Pfft!
Jieyin spat out a mouthful of blood. A massive Taiji Diagram pattern was imprinted on his back, Yin and yang qi continuously circulating as though a tattoo had been carved onto him.
"That's enough, second brother. Let's go!"
Seeing that the two had both been taught a lesson, Laozi and Yuanshi's anger had subsided by more than half.
Zhunti manipulated his Magic Power to condense a new leg, but the Sky-Opening Sword Qi within his body erupted again. The newly grown leg exploded once more, splattering blood all over Jieyin.
"Junior Brother, erase the Sky-Opening Sword Qi before restoring your body."
Now, Jieyin had to bear the Taiji Diagram tattoo left by Laozi, while Zhunti was missing a leg—one of his legs had been severed.
"Senior Martial Brother, they've gone too far!"
Zhunti was on the verge of tears. As a dignified Saint, he actually had to endure bodily torment like an ordinary living being.
"It is only for a while. Let them vent their anger. Exchanging such injuries for the development of the Buddhist Sect is not much of a loss for us."
Jieyin swallowed his grievance and returned to Kunlun Mountain with Zhunti.
However, in order to maintain their image as Saints, they used great Magic Power to completely conceal their injuries.
Although the four Saints had returned, after such an incident, the contest could no longer continue.
"This time, I did not think things through. In the next competition, no methods beyond one's own abilities may be used."
There would be a next time? Everyone's eyes widened. What was Primordial Heavenly Venerate planning? Since he had failed to suppress the Buddhist Sect this time, was he going to try again next time?
"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, our Western Lands are far away, and making a trip to