Bang—!
With a thunderous crash, Lin Heng slammed heavily into the stone slabs of the Immortal Palace plaza, smashing out a deep pit on the spot.
Blood streamed all over him, the Imperial Dragon Qi had already scattered, and he had completely passed out, once again young and peaceful.
"Heng'er!"
Dugu Zixuan screamed and rushed over with no regard for anything else.
Meng Yutong, Mu Li, and the others also panicked, darting one after another to the edge of the pit.
In midair, the mist gradually dispersed.
Taoist Nun slowly descended from the void.
Though she still seemed able to stand steadily, her plain, elegant Daoist robe was already in tatters, and her once-neat hair bun had come undone as well. A few strands of white hair hung before her forehead, making her look somewhat bedraggled.
She clutched her chest, drew in a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the churning blood and qi inside her. Her face was frighteningly pale.
"Rebellious grandson... You have some ability, but it's still not enough..."
Taoist Nun gave a cold snort and staggered toward Lin Heng.
Then her gaze turned to Dugu Qingyang not far away, and she shouted in a hoarse voice, "Dugu Qingyang, throw your wooden staff over here! This venerable one is going to break this brat's legs right now!"
Dugu Zixuan wrapped her arms around the unconscious Lin Heng and gritted her teeth. "Ancestor! Enough is enough! You are an elder, yet you've made such a great show of arms against a junior. My son has already been beaten unconscious by you and suffered such heavy injuries. What more do you want!"
Seeing her mother-in-law say as much, Meng Yutong also chimed in to support her. "That, Ancestor, since victory and defeat have already been decided, why strike a killing