The Value of the Flying Palace

Bai Yang suddenly changed direction, weaving through the air with an incomparably graceful movement technique, rapidly shifting positions.

He did not travel in a straight line at all; his figure was nearly impossible to track.

It was as if he knew there was no hope, yet still struggled desperately.

Hmph! Seeking humiliation!

Such a movement technique might be useful against a king-level immortal, but against a universe venerable, it was utterly insignificant!

Venerable Bei Shan was most interested in this sort of behavior—when someone was clearly weak, yet still insisted on fighting desperately to survive.

Only someone like that was satisfying to bully and humiliate!

His interest rekindled, he gave chase once more. He had to make...