If You Can't Beat Them, Can't Run... Then Call for Backup!
With a clang, the Martial-Sealing Talisman dropped before him.
At that moment, Jiang Buyi's face was like a heap of charcoal set over a bonfire, reddening at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Insolence!"
With a sharp rebuke, his robes stirred without wind. Saint Power formed a massive palm in midair, about to slap Teng Shanhai across the face for his brazen words and utter disrespect for his elders.
"Insolence!"
Teng Shanhai's lone eye turned stern as well, and he shouted furiously.
How could he not know that this slap was merely an illusion manifested by Xu Xiaoshou?
Though the Saint Power fluctuations before him were lifelike, Teng Shanhai braved the pressure and, despite the pain in his heart, produced another drop of holy blood. He was about to swallow it and meet force with force.
He had prepared for this for a long time! "Insolence!"
Before either man's move could take shape, a woman's sharp cry rang out from the distant sky.
Then a streak of light whistled down from the heavens, transforming into the Xuancang Divine Sword and stabbing fiercely between them, separating the two.
Teng Shanhai, holding holy blood and looking down upon the world, and Jiang Buyi, burning with humiliation and rage, intent only on teaching the man opposite him a lesson, both froze after that strike and dared not move rashly again.
"Rao Yaoyao?"
Xu Xiaoshou, vanished in midair, saw that sword and knew he could not remain here any longer.
He immediately began to move, cautiously watching to see whether Jiang Buyi would react to his movements while vanished.
The answer was no.
Delighted, Xu Xiaoshou quickened his pace at once, intending to flee this place.
This place had become far too