The Cyan Iron Ring pressed down, and the forbidden patterns above the stone path were drawn alight layer by layer.
The bronze patterns beneath Chen Changqing's feet cracked. The Heavenly Thunder Sword lay across his front, its lightning forced to skitter wildly along the blade.
When a True Lord made a move, it was nothing like a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.
It was not a matter of how much spiritual power one possessed.
It was that heaven and earth were willing to lend him their strength.
True Lord Li pressed his palm downward, and the iron ring dropped another three inches.
Chen Changqing's shoulders sank. Two shallow grooves appeared in the Bronze Platform beneath his feet.
Behind him, Rujie pressed his palms together, spreading Buddha light half a zhang wide.
The Nether Soul-Locking Array suppressed his soul. The five Formation Flags gave off low hums. Ming Jiuyou stood outside the array, the Gray-White Jade Seal suspended before his palm as yin energy draped down from its base.
"Monk, do you insist on dying with him?"
Ming Jiuyou spoke.
Sweat beaded on Rujie's forehead, but his mouth remained stubborn.
"You speak like an amateur, Young Master. This humble monk accompanies fate, not death."
A Nether Sect disciple sneered. "Then we'll send you on your way."
Black chains emerged from the Formation Flags, winding toward the back of Rujie's neck.
Rujie's face twitched.
"Going for the neck again? Is strangling people some ancestral craft of your Nether Sect?"
He slammed his Broken Bowl upside down onto the ground.
The chip in the bowl's base lit up with golden patterns. A ring of Buddha light spread close to the ground, jolting several chains half a foot off course.
Ming Jiuyou pressed down with his palm, and the Nether Ghost Seal turned lightly.
That half-foot