In an instant, a vast and perfectly pure Daoist aura spread across the area.
Boom!
The surging power of the Jade Void Sword Array touched that aura—and its sharpness abruptly dulled, its operation turning sluggish, like snow under the morning sun.
At the same time, Guangchengzi, who had been darting forward with the Golden Light Flight Technique, felt as though he had plunged into an invisible mire. His speed dropped sharply.
"What?"
Guangchengzi's heart tightened at the sight.
He hadn't expected Donghua to be so powerful.
"No wonder Junior Brother Manjushri was defeated so easily."
"This man does have some ability."
With that thought, Guangchengzi let out a clear whistle. A Celebration Cloud appeared above his head, and Three Flowers swayed atop it, revealing the profound foundation of his Jade Purity Dao.
Boom...
The pure Yang Daoist aura pressing down on him was immediately canceled out.
Not far away, Donghua saw this, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. He spoke coolly:
"What?"
"Is this all the power the disciples of a Saint have?"
The moment those words left his mouth, Guangchengzi's anger flared. Since entering the tutelage of Venerable Yuanshi, when had he ever been treated with such contempt?
"You arrogant fool!"
Guangchengzi roared and attacked, his hands moving without hesitation.
He flipped his right hand, and a small bronze bell appeared in his palm.
The bell had an antique elegance, with mysterious cloud patterns carved into its surface.
The moment it appeared, ripples spread through the space-time around them.
It was Guangchengzi's magic treasure, the Bell of Fallen Spirits!
Clang!!
The bell rang. Its sound resembled no earthly music; it seemed to pierce the Primordial Spirit and strike directly at the True Spirit's very core.
Among the many beings watching from the arena outside, those with weaker