Daoist Randeng Revived? Comprehending the Nirvana True Meaning? Daoist Duobao's Ruthless Schemes
A calm, indifferent voice echoed between heaven and earth.
The scene froze for a moment.
But soon after.
Even more chaotic discussions broke out.
Daoist Duobao was especially taken aback. His arrogant smile froze, replaced by disbelief!
Wasn't that Daoist Randeng's voice?
But Daoist Randeng had been beaten to death by him days ago.
His soul had scattered, leaving no corpse behind!!
Why had his voice appeared again now?
"Who is playing tricks here?"
Daoist Duobao's expression turned hostile as his sharp gaze swept brazenly across every living being present.
Even those veteran Quasi-Saints.
Felt a trace of displeasure under Daoist Duobao's fierce and baleful stare.
No matter how formidable Daoist Duobao, the Interception Sect's direct disciple, had become.
In terms of seniority, he was still their junior.
What elder would like such disrespect from a junior??
Suddenly, Daoist Duobao stared fiercely at the place where Daoist Randeng had fallen. Uncertainty filled his voice as he said, "Daoist Randeng? You aren't dead?"
At the place where Randeng had perished.
A firefly-like wisp of Netherworld Ghost Fire still remained.
That wisp of ghost fire was utterly inconspicuous, floating quietly in the void. Without repeatedly sweeping the area with one's divine sense with utmost care, who could detect even the slightest fluctuation of a soul there?
"Martial Nephew Duobao, the Karma between us has dissipated. It is time for you to leave. Otherwise, if I act, I fear you may lose face."
The firefly-like wisp of Netherworld Ghost Fire spoke.
Yet it made the expressions of the great powers present somewhat strange, their lips twitching faintly.
They knew what kind of person Daoist Randeng was, and today they had greatly admired his act of righteous self-sacrifice to repay Karma.
But he had finally managed to survive.
Why did he have to speak