"Such profound Heavenly Dao merit from this man?"
Guangchengzi's brows knotted into a deadlock. His fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest of his jade throne, his heart full of doubt.
This truly defied all reason. He simply stopped dwelling on it, changed the subject, and looked at Juliusun. "This matter is strange. We can discuss it later.
Juliusun, continue. What happened afterward? That palm strike of yours must have intimidated Zhao Cheng, no?"
Jade Cauldron True Person smiled as well, his tone carrying a hint of ease. "At last, that brat could be punished!
What kind of might does a Golden Immortal possess when he strikes? Even if Zhao Cheng didn't die, he would have lost a layer of skin. Surely he wouldn't dare remain so arrogant now?"
Yet Juliusun let out a long sigh, his voice brimming with grievance. "Senior Brother, you don't know this, but Zhao Cheng is a little madman who doesn't care for his own life!
That palm strike of mine truly carried great force, and he was indeed heavily injured. There were faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he could barely stand steady after landing.
But not only was he neither afraid nor willing to retreat—he was determined to keep fighting. Carrying the Heaven-Overturning Seal and the Dragon-Restraint Pillar, he chased after me and attacked..."
As he recalled the past, Juliusun's face alternated between green and red. His hands clenched unconsciously, and the humiliation of being chased down and beaten by a Spirit Transformation cultivator practically overflowed from his voice.
The Golden Immortals all imagined the scene.
A Golden Immortal of a thousand years being chased into a sorry retreat by a mortal cultivator—sympathetic looks appeared on their faces. Even Qingxu Daode True Lord temporarily set aside his hatred for Zhao