A Single Strike Pierced Through

The Yin soldiers scattered, but even more astonishing were the phantom seated figure of a deity and the Gate of Guidance at its side, radiant with ten thousand rays of rosy light and a thousand streams of auspicious brilliance.

Even without hearing a sound, one could feel the soul grow tranquil, seized by an urge to fly into the Gate of Guidance.

"This is a Buddhist conversion art. That boy must have come from the Western Divine Realm."

Liang Hengshi's tone grew several degrees more certain. As he spoke, he shot Gu Tianlan a look in return. If either of them added one more "hmph," it would truly be needle against awl.

When experts targeted one another, they naturally would not curse like street vendors. A clash of words already counted as a grave conflict.

"Evil demons can use conversion arts too." Gu Tianlan was clearly unwilling to concede.

"Whether he is Buddha or demon, this man possesses both conversion arts and merit arts. He must be connected to the Divine Realm." At this point, Hong Hao interrupted the two of them, then said to Yan Jingdan in his deep, muffled voice, "Elder Yan, in the Supernatural Secret Realm a century ago, you and the Old Imperial Ancestor returned in defeat because of this formation, didn't you?"

His words were somewhat blunt and gave no thought to saving face, yet Yan Jingdan showed no displeasure.

Among the four, Hong Hao was the only body-refining cultivator. His blood and qi were abundant, and compared with the roundabout Liang Hengshi and Gu Tianlan, Hong Hao was far more straightforward by nature. He never hid what he had to say.

At the same time, he was the strongest among the four after Yan Jingdan, and also the youngest.

Yan Jingdan nodded, his gaze