When Huanglong Zhenren saw the other side issuing a challenge, he immediately stepped out from the crowd and shouted:
"Ma Sui! Do not bark madly here and overestimate yourself!
Today we have come only to observe the array, not to dispute a moment's superiority with you!
Wait until the Saint who leads the sect arrives in his dharma carriage. Then there will naturally come a time to break this crooked, side-door array of yours!"
"Hahahaha! Huanglong? Take this!"
Ma Sui laughed wildly and did not answer further. He leapt forward, and the treasured sword in his hand transformed into a streak of cold light, striking straight at Huanglong Zhenren.
Huanglong Zhenren did not show weakness either, drawing his immortal sword to meet him.
However, after only a single exchange, a beam of golden light flew from Ma Sui's hand and transformed into a golden hoop. Before Huanglong Zhenren could react, it settled firmly over his head.
"Ah—!"
The golden hoop reached his crown, as if thousands upon thousands of steel needles had stabbed into his sea of consciousness. Huanglong Zhenren screamed, his immortal sword slipping from his hand. He clutched his head with both hands, veins bulging across his forehead, his face twisting.
"Junior brother!"
"Huanglong!"
The immortals of the Chan Sect turned pale with shock and hastily dragged the agonized, rolling Huanglong Zhenren back to the Reed Canopy.
Having gained the advantage, Ma Sui stopped there and did not pursue. With a cold laugh, his figure sank into the Ten Thousand Immortals Array and vanished.
Back at the Reed Canopy, everyone examined Huanglong Zhenren.
The golden hoop had already embedded itself deeply into flesh and skin, golden light faintly glimmering from it. No method of dispelling curses, driving away objects, or transformation had any effect on it.
Huanglong Zhenren