Suppressing the Disciples of Chan with Seals, Curses, and Marks, the North Abyss Entangles and Battles, Trapping the Ink Venerable

Boom!

A violent surge of energy suddenly came from the distant horizon, rolling through the clouds like thunder. Even the air currents above Wu'an City trembled along with it.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and saw that Beimingzi and Fu Zhi were still locked in battle high in the air.

Fu Zhi had initially been able to barely hold his ground, but after enduring for a while, his aura had clearly fallen into disorder. More and more openings appeared in his fighting, and it was obvious that he had been pushed into a disadvantage.

Then Fu Zhi glanced down from the corner of his eye.

When he discovered that Zhao Cheng, by himself, had pinned dozens of Chan Sect disciples firmly to the ground, leaving them unable even to struggle, his entire body went numb.

In an instant, he lost all desire to keep fighting. His Dao arts suddenly turned fierce as he launched a frenzied assault to force Beimingzi back, while secretly searching for an opening to break free. All he wanted was to escape as quickly as possible.

But how could Beimingzi possibly let him leave?

Fu Zhi was his "token of allegiance" for surrendering to Zhao Cheng. How could he allow this "spoils of war" to run away?

Especially after witnessing Zhao Cheng's terrifying strength firsthand, Beimingzi's heart trembled even more.

When he had fought Zhao Cheng before, the strength Zhao Cheng displayed had only been slightly greater than his own.

Yet in such a short time, Zhao Cheng could now effortlessly suppress a whole group of third-generation Chan Sect disciples. The speed of his progress was simply horrifying.

His own strength was not even comparable to Yin Jiao, who had been suppressed by Zhao Cheng. Compared to Zhao Cheng, the gap between them was as vast