After saying that, he even patted the bottom of the bowl.
"Be good and come with this poor monk. The Nether Sect has no future."
The Formation Flag was suppressed by Buddhist light, and the Nether Soul-Locking Array lost a corner.
The Buddha Shadow behind Rujie surged half a zhang taller, knocking two men back with a single palm.
Ming Jiuyou finally became angry.
The Gray-White Jade Seal rose into the air, and four ancient seal-script characters surfaced beneath it.
Nether Spirit-Suppressing.
The Buddhist light above Rujie's head was forced back into his body, and his knees nearly buckled.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Young Master, that seal of yours is quite heavy. It's a pity to use it for stamping documents—it'd be perfect for cracking walnuts."
Ming Jiuyou flipped his palm.
The jade seal descended.
Rujie raised the Broken Bowl over his head.
Clang!
The Broken Bowl did not shatter.
Rujie sank half a body shorter, his feet plunging into the bronze floor.
"Holy Son Chen!"
He shouted decisively.
"If you don't hurry, this poor monk is going to attain nirvana in a truly grand fashion!"
Chen Changqing heard him.
But True Lord Li heard him too.
This True Lord suddenly smiled.
"You're getting anxious."
Chen Changqing crossed his two swords, blocking the Cyan-Splitting Ring's counterattack.
True Lord Li raised a hand and recalled the iron ring, allowing the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear to carve a bloody gash across his shoulder.
The blood that flowed out was actually blue-green.
He did not care in the slightest.
"Boy, I will kill you today."
As his words fell, the bronze patterns beneath True Lord Li's feet lit up one after another.
They were not restrictions of the Immortal Palace.
They were the power of heaven and earth that he himself had