Everyone watching from afar was startled by the sight. Three laws!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain unconsciously stroked his long beard and said gravely, "The Holy Son of Chongming Sect can actually wield three laws at once!"
The woman cultivator in colorful robes mused, "The first law reverses outcomes; the second replicates its target; and the third... seems to remove other people's laws?"
"At his age and with such strength, no wonder he dared to challenge Tie after challenging Fellow Daoist Zhong Kui."
The middle-aged sword cultivator said slowly, "If Pei Ling loses this battle, it won't matter much."
"But if he wins, his next challenge will probably be against either Jiuyi Mountain, Suzhen Heaven, or my Cold Abyss Sword Sect."
Inside the Phoenix Chariot, the Empress gave a slight nod and said clearly, "Pei Ling's first two battles were far too sudden."
"No one saw them coming."
"But if there's a third battle, the Devil Sect will certainly send someone as well."
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain shook his head and said evenly, "No!"
"Fellow Daoist Tie won't lose!"
The others wore solemn expressions and nodded in agreement.
Yanxi City's capital.
Three peals of bells and drums rang out. The many armored soldiers on the training grounds breathed a collective sigh of relief, strode out of the formation that had tempered their bodies, quickly put on their robes, and dispersed.
People hurried along the streets, lively but not noisy.
Everything was orderly, running as usual.
City Lord's Mansion.
Cultivation chamber.
The formation rippled faintly as a graceful figure abruptly burst in. Her short hair fluttered, and her delicate features framed a lithe, athletic figure clad in Soft Armor. She looked bold and spirited. It was Wenren Lingshe.
Her Spiritual Sense swept the room. Finding it empty,