Although the white Qi was now ravaging his body, it was gradually weakening. Xu Yi wasn't worried about his physical injuries; his body's ability to recover was astonishing.
As long as the white Qi weakened as it ravaged him, there would eventually come a moment when he could move again.
Another dozen or so breaths passed, and Wang Yao was still moving freely through the storm of spiritual power.
Gradually, the eight point origin experts began to lose face.
Yin Lord Song Tianfang gave a cold snort. "Wang Yao, don't push your luck. Do you really think you're Xiong Bei Ming, capable of taking on eight opponents at once? I held back earlier out of respect for the Imperial Martial Hall. Since you're so arrogant, don't blame Song for being ruthless."
Though his words smacked somewhat of self-aggrandizement, they were still mostly true.
At least, in their earlier attack, Song Tianfang and the other inner-sect Immortal Lords had held back.
First, they feared that if they went all out and Wang Yao died, they would invite serious trouble.
Second, Song Tianfang and the others thought that with eight of them attacking together, there was no need to give their all to ensure Wang Yao met a miserable end.
Now, with countless eyes upon them and Wang Yao acting so brazenly, if Song Tianfang and the others didn't show their true strength, then once word of today's battle spread throughout the land, their pride and reputations would be trampled into the mud.
"Join as one!"
Song Tianfang cried out. Green Qi flashed rapidly across his face as nine Tai Chi symbols formed from water spiritual power appeared behind him, one after another.
At the same time, nine Tai Chi symbols formed from fire spiritual power appeared behind Yang Lord He Shuming.