Forced to Reveal Himself
"I can't help you." Just as the gray-haired Liu Yushi was about to make a move, Wu Yan, seated on the Mystic-Eyed Immortal Tortoise, cast an apparently casual glance her way. Liu Yushi immediately felt as though she were being watched by a peerless ferocious beast. Not a single part of her felt at ease.
She had originally thought the other man was just an ordinary True Immortal, but this middle-aged man, Wu Yanshan, was far more terrifying than Wu Zhongli, whose attacks had been so imposing.
"You two fellow Daoists are so powerful; you must have extraordinary backgrounds. It was only because my junior brother Yang Shuo and I were blind that we failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you. We hope you'll be magnanimous and spare us." Since fighting was out of the question, Liu Yushi readily admitted defeat and yielded. Yang Shuo had only clashed with them verbally. If they could stop now, he could simply take the loss. If she joined the fight as well, the outcome would likely be even uglier.
"The death penalty can be spared, but you won't escape punishment. If you want us to command you, you'll have to prove you're up to it." Wu Zhongli snorted. He did not stop his attack on Yang Shuo. The pillar of fiery clouds slammed straight into him. Though a suit of blue armor appeared on Yang Shuo at the same time, its spiritual radiance was snuffed out beneath the impact. Yang Shuo's body flew backward, and the blood he spat sprayed through the air.
Wu Zhongli's tone was extremely forceful, but at the last moment, he still stopped. He did not strike Yang Shuo any harder, allowing him to catch his breath for now. However, Yang Shuo's Gangfeng Spirit