Yuan Cang's Misery

"Bullying the weak, Yuan Cang? You really have no shame!"

A streak of azure light flashed past and struck the giant hand. The next moment, the enormous hand vanished completely.

Just like last time at the Saint Venerable Hall, Yuan Cang was still as shameless as ever, actually attacking Jian Chen and the others.

"Fellow Daoist, you have gone too far!"

Amid an angry shout, myriad laws roared and the Dao Rhythm of heaven and earth trembled. Yuan Cang's figure finally appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Putting on such a flashy show—are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Xuan Qing's arrival was utterly silent. If not for that dark figure, no one would have noticed his presence at all.

"Master!"

The moment they saw Xuan Qing, all fear vanished from Jian Chen and the others' hearts. Still, their current condition was far from good.

At that moment, a strand of Creation Dao Rhythm emerged behind Xuan Qing and entered the four of their bodies. The four, who had been gravely injured, instantly felt as though they had come back to life. All their previous wounds disappeared completely.

"Thank you, Master!"

Cang Xu hurriedly climbed up from the ground. Just now, he had truly felt as if he were about to die.

Xuan Qing nodded and turned to look at Yuan Cang.

"Twice now, Yuan Cang. It seems you have thrown away every last shred of dignity you had as a Saint!"

Xuan Qing was imposing without anger. Though his words were light, Du Chen felt as if the Great Dao itself had descended, and he did not even dare breathe loudly.

"That was because your disciples offended me first. If—"

"What fellow Daoist? Are you worthy of calling yourself my fellow Daoist?"

Someone like Yuan Cang was utterly