The figures on both sides shifted, arriving outside Hangu Pass, where they faced off.
Zhao Gongming stood at the front and said plainly, "Randeng, release Zhao Jiang and Wang Bian, and we'll return Huanglong Zhenren to you."
Randeng shook his head lightly. "You want to trade one of ours for two of yours? How could there be such a principle?"
On the Chan Sect's side, Zhao Jiang and Wang Bian were also escorted to the front of the formation.
Zhao Gongming's gaze was cold and stern. "Huanglong Zhenren may be weak, but he is still Second Senior Uncle's Direct Disciple.
"Randeng, do you dare watch him go onto the Investiture of the Gods List? If anything happens to either Zhao Jiang or Wang Bian, I will behead Huanglong Zhenren."
"You!"
Daoist Randeng's expression darkened as he stared fixedly at Zhao Gongming.
He had been checkmated.
As the "nanny" of the Chan Sect, he absolutely could not, when he had the chance to stop it, watch helplessly as Yuanshi Tianzun's Direct Disciple perished before his eyes.
With no other choice, the two sides exchanged prisoners of war.
Zhao Jiang and Wang Bian were pushed back to the front of their formation. Though their auras were withered, their lives were still intact.
Huanglong Zhenren was also untied and staggered back to the Chan Sect.
With that, a night battle came to an end.
After making such a commotion that night, Zhao Gongming could be considered to have gotten his wish. He rescued Zhao Jiang and brought the surviving Seven Heavenly Lords back to Golden Turtle Island to seek reinforcements.
The war between immortals came to a pause.
Without the Jie Sect's obstruction, Randeng and the Twelve Golden Immortals, after briefly giving Jiang Ziya a few instructions, did not linger any longer either,