Although Hanhai Venerable Lord was a peerless genius, he had ultimately not cultivated for long. He had long heard of struggles between a Main Soul and Soul Divisions.
However, his cultivation was merely at Soul Emergence, and his experience was not particularly extensive. He had never personally witnessed such a scene.
Still, he was merely surprised. Abandoning his support for Feng Jun was impossible.
First, he had already made his choice. Anyone who could cultivate to the Venerable Lord realm naturally possessed a Dao Heart as firm as iron and would not readily change course.
Second, Feng Jun had brought a "senior from his sect," meaning he had prepared for an unexpected battle. It could also be said that he had come knocking at their door.
Third... forget it. The first two points were enough. What need was there for a third? So what if he was taking part in the struggle between a Body Integration Ancestral Patriarch's Main Soul and Soul Division?
A bamboo stalk also emerged from Feng Jun's body. Though it was only a little over twenty feet tall, it was exceptionally solid. Then a crisp voice rang out. "A mere wisp of a Soul Division dares act so presumptuously? I was far too trusting of you all."
The enormous bamboo shadow suddenly wrapped around the tiny bamboo stalk. The piercing Divine Thought became even more grating, carrying a sense of furious exasperation. "Since you split me off, either take me back early or leave me alone..."
"Only after my cultivation has greatly advanced do you come to seize the cultivation I painstakingly accumulated. Pah! You call yourself a gentleman?"
For a moment, winds and clouds surged, towering waves filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead, and space rippled violently. Everything seemed like the coming