Because Wang Yue's flute had caused the monks to suffer a backlash, the Divine Guards of the Xiling Divine Palace had been saved. When they looked at Wang Yue again, their eyes were full of gratitude and respect. They were no longer simply carrying out their duties as before; instead, they stood deferentially behind him, ready to obey his every command.
Wang Yue shook his head and quietly told the Divine Guard captain to withdraw from the Hanging Temple first. Since the Hanging Temple had made its move, he was sure they wouldn't let the matter drop. He could get away on his own easily enough, but having to bring along this whole pile of deadweight would be a real pain.
The captain respectfully knelt and bowed to Wang Yue, then headed out of the Hanging Temple. Wang Yue remained where he was, deterring the people of the Hanging Temple from crossing past him to pursue the Xiling Divine Guards.
The Divine Guards had just moved a hundred yards away from Wang Yue when a white pagoda plummeted from the sky. Under normal circumstances, the pagoda falling from the Hanging Temple couldn't possibly hurt him. After all, if Wang Yue wanted to dodge, no one could stop him. But the cliff beneath his feet seemed to have suddenly expanded countless times over, making it impossible for him to escape it with Spatial Distance.
He couldn't help frowning. Why did this cliff feel so much like a spatial artifact? How bizarre.
If he let the white pagoda keep growing until it was as towering as a mountain, he would surely be crushed to a pulp when it came down.
Since he couldn't dodge, Wang Yue had no choice but to meet it head-on. He once again unleashed the Heavenly Sword Art,