Prayer

The instant the palm force touched the mountain, a force of the same level rose from below. The two forces collided, and irregular distortions appeared where azure and black met. Black arcs of electricity spilled outward, and Black Lightning exploded across the ground like molten slurry.

The mountain vanished. The enormous snow mountain was more than half destroyed in this exchange between the two.

The nearby residents had no idea what was happening and only assumed the "Great Master" on the mountain had flown into a rage. They all ran to Iron Spear Temple to beg forgiveness.

Chen Luo floated in the air, with a man and a woman—two Corpse Puppets emanating blood qi from head to toe—standing behind him.

The Pure Yang Sect Leader and Xilou also appeared in mid-air.

The two wore the robes of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, with no intention of concealing themselves whatsoever.

"Since when did the Immortal Dao Alliance's purpose become killing one of their own?"

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes at the two before him.

He had met these two back when the Immortal Dao Alliance was established, especially the Pure Yang Sect Leader. The man looked to be around sixty, with a lean face and a short beard beneath his chin. His cold eyes were like sharp blades. He was the one who had attacked earlier.

The man behind him was named Xilou. His appearance was exceedingly ordinary, and he dressed like a wealthy young nobleman. From their outward appearances, the two looked like a pair of grandfather and grandson.

"The Immortal Dao Alliance cannot save you. No one in the entire Immortal Cultivation World can save you."

Xilou said with a smile.

He stepped forward and stood beside the Pure Yang Sect Leader. An entirely different Dao emanated from him,