Before the laughter had faded, the Qingping Sword rang out again in a clear, melodious voice. "I deeply agree with what you said just now, Daoist friend. Yet when the Tenth Prince previously struck down Hou Yi, it was not by relying on his own cultivation, but by secretly borrowing a thread of Daoist friend Zhunti's Dharma power. Using a Sage's power to suppress a Demon Emperor—can such a method truly be called open and aboveboard?"
Every word was a needle, every sentence hid an edge. The mockery pointed straight at Empress Nuwa, while faintly stabbing at the long-dead Di Jun and Tai Yi as well.
Before the words fell, Chan Master Wuchao hurried forward and replied loudly, "Reporting to Sage Tongtian, that thread of Dharma power was originally left behind by Zhunti Sect Master to safeguard Wuchao in the past. Moreover, my battle with Hou Yi was a fight to the death, with our lives hanging in the balance. What is wrong with using a life-preserving method?"
With Empress Nuwa at his side to rely on, he actually dared to face a Sage directly and speak in rebuttal.
Empress Nuwa immediately nodded. "What Little Ten says is entirely true. Since it was already a life-and-death struggle, how could he simply bind his hands and await death? When there was clearly a chance to live, yet one insists on discarding it to uphold some grand and lofty rules—this is not the conduct of a gentleman, but the act of a fool. Judging by reason, there is nothing to criticize in what Little Ten did."
In an instant, azure light flared from the Qingping Sword, and Dharma sounds surged like the tide. With one shake of the sword body, Sect Master Tongtian's divine sense took form, his true appearance manifesting prominently