Within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Endless blood-colored baleful energy surged, turning the entire world into a chaotic sea of blood.
Sect Master Tongtian stood at the center of the formation, sword intent soaring into the heavens around him.
He looked at Wu and Nuwa beside him and solemnly bowed.
"This battle will trouble the two of you, fellow Daoists. Please lend me your strength."
A cold glint flashed through Nuwa's phoenix eyes. She merely cast a faint glance toward where the Saint Jieyin stood.
"Leave Jieyin to me."
Wu remained equally calm. His gaze locked onto Zhunti, and the domineering Martial Dao will surrounding him had already begun to rise.
"Then I'll hold Zhunti back."
Sect Master Tongtian said no more, merely nodding solemnly.
The next moment, Nuwa and Wu vanished simultaneously.
Jue Xian Gate.
Saint Jieyin stood atop the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit. Buddha-light illuminated everything around him, dispersing all the surrounding blood-colored baleful energy.
Looking at Nuwa blocking his path, the sorrow on his eternally bitter face deepened.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why must you do this?"
"Tongtian is defying the heavens and trying to overturn the Heavenly Mandate. Why stain yourself with such enormous Karma for his sake?"
"Please turn back before it is too late and withdraw at once. Only by following the Heavenly Mandate can one walk the righteous path."
When Nuwa heard the words "Heavenly Mandate," she let out a cold scoff.
Follow the Heavenly Mandate?
The four of you ganging up on one person—is that the Heavenly Mandate?
You impersonated the Human Emperor and wrote obscene poetry to humiliate me in my Nuwa Palace—is that also the Heavenly Mandate?
Nuwa sneered inwardly again and again. Today, she had finally found her chance.
Zhou Ming had stopped her before, and she had