The Golden Winged Great Peng and Yun Xiao were already caught up in the Kalpa Tribulation, clearly having underestimated the role Bao Fuzi played in it.
Bao Fuzi was surrounded, with no way to escape.
Jiang Zi and Bao Fuzi, fellow disciples from the same school, were engaged in a fair one-on-one battle.
Both had studied under Sage Fuxi, and their cultivation methods and supernatural abilities were extremely similar.
One attacked with stately grandeur, combining gentleness and force.
The other's methods were more ruthless, his attacks falling like a sudden storm, every slash driving toward his opponent's life.
Jiang Zi did not truly intend to kill Bao Fuzi. If he actually did so, it would be no different from cutting himself off from Sage Fuxi.
Neither killing nor capturing him was appropriate, but simply releasing this tiger back into the mountains was not ideal either.
Thus, he set his sights on the other half of the Investiture of the Gods in Bao Fuzi's hands.
"Junior Brother, if you hand over the Investiture of the Gods, I can guarantee that you will be allowed to leave."
After the two exchanged another evenly matched blow, Jiang Zi called out to Bao Fuzi.
Hearing Jiang Zi's words, Bao Fuzi's face first flushed, then shifted between dark and light.
"Damn it... damn it all!"
Bao Fuzi cursed Jiang Zi inwardly.
But mere curses could not change his dire situation.
He wanted to refute Jiang Zi's condition and call him delusional.
Yet he was unwilling to die here or be taken prisoner by the Shi Clan.
His dream of reviving the demon race and his vision of becoming a Sage had yet to be realized. How could he accept being defeated and buried here?
Compared with the ambitions in his heart, the half of the