The Chatterbox Huan Jin

"Boom!"

The giant palm came crashing down. The Cold Edge Sky-Splitting Sword slipped from Jian Chen's hand and fell to the ground, while the Sword Dao Law around him was firmly suppressed.

Huan Jin's silver illusion mist completely collapsed, and his entire body was pressed into the rock and soil. He could no longer sense even the slightest trace of Law.

"You two have disturbed my secluded cultivation and damaged my Dao Field. I shall suppress you for a hundred Kalpas as punishment!"

Looking at the land the two had destroyed, Xuan Qing remained calm and unruffled. He lightly raised a fingertip, and a wisp of Creation Dao Rhythm spread from his palm.

That Dao Resonance was like spring water melting ice or morning rain moistening the earth. Wherever it passed, the shattered mountains and rivers fused back together from the bottom up, charred vegetation sprouted fresh green shoots, and the churning muddy currents returned to clarity.

Even the spatial rifts shattered by the shockwaves slowly closed without leaving a trace under the enveloping Law of Creation.

In just a few breaths, the world that had been torn apart by the two's battle returned to tranquility. The mountains remained lofty, the water remained gentle, the vegetation flourished, and the shadows of clouds drifted leisurely, as if that earth-shaking clash had never happened.

Xuan Qing swept back his sleeve and withdrew the Law. As his robes fluttered lightly, only a faint Dao fragrance remained, dispersing into the clear breeze.

"Do the two of you have any objections?"

A calm voice exploded beside their ears.

Huan Jin was so frightened that the Dao Resonance throughout his body trembled chaotically. He hurriedly kowtowed, his voice filled with fear and sycophancy.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! Senior's methods reach the heavens. We were