Kong Xuan flicked his sleeve, and the Five-Colored Divine Light withdrew deep into his body, with not the slightest intent left to contend.
The supreme might that had just now overawed Golden Rooster Ridge and pressed Buddhism and the immortals of Xiqi until they were helpless faded away entirely. His indifferent gaze swept across the battlefield, and he glanced at the Phoenix Clan disciples remaining within the formation, but said nothing more.
Qing Qiong had already set the rules: Azure Nether Island and Buddhism would stand aside. He would naturally abide by the agreement and make no pointless entanglement.
As his words fell, a Phoenix Shadow soared into the sky, his robes snapping loudly in the wind. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the air and departed, vanishing at the far end of the clouds.
On the other side, Zhunti watched Kong Xuan's departing back, and the great stone in his heart finally dropped, though he was still filled with frustration.
This journey west to convert someone had not only failed to easily subdue Kong Xuan, but had instead seen Qing Qiong use Mount Sumeru as a threat, utterly sweeping away Buddhism's face.
His expression darkened, and he had no further intention of lingering. Pressing one hand to the other in prayer, he recited a Buddhist name, and his figure turned into a ray of golden Buddha Light, following after Kong Xuan as he left.
With two top supreme powers withdrawing one after another, the atmosphere on the Golden Rooster Ridge battlefield, which had just been locked in stalemate, changed abruptly.
Across the vast battlefield, only the remnants of the Phoenix Clan disciples remained, guarding the pass to the death, along with the Chan Sect immortals and Xiqi cultivators who had long been gathering their momentum, fully