Run.
Cultivators lived long not by saving face.
But by having fast legs.
Chen Changqing had been on guard against him all along.
"Martial Uncle, suppress him."
Bai Wuya raised a hand.
The long spear behind him dropped into his grasp.
There were no unnecessary moves.
He merely thrust the spear forward.
Before the spear tip even touched the ground, the restriction patterns along the entire stone path bowed low in unison.
True Lord Li had only darted ten zhang away when the cyan light before him was nailed through by the spear intent.
He grunted, and the Cyan-Splitting Ring flew out to protect him.
The spear intent struck the ring.
Crack.
The Cyan-Splitting Ring had already borne three cracks.
Now, there was a fourth.
True Lord Li's eyes reddened with heartbreak.
"Senior!"
He hurriedly spoke.
Bai Wuya did not stop.
The long spear pressed down.
The cyan light around True Lord Li shattered. He fell from midair and crashed onto the bronze floor, his knees smashing apart a stretch of patterns on impact.
He still tried to rise.
The spear intent fell upon his shoulder.
Bang.
Half of True Lord Li's body was pressed into the ground.
Rujie watched from the side, his eyelids twitching wildly.
"This is a Heavenly Monarch?"
Si Youyou smiled. "What else? Did you think Heavenly Monarchs were old men ringing bells in temples?"
Rujie said seriously, "The old man ringing bells in this humble monk's temple is quite capable too."
Si Youyou glanced at him.
"How capable?"
"He can beat this humble monk until even his chanting does not go off-key."
Si Youyou could not hold it in and burst out laughing.
Chen Changqing did not laugh.
He stared at True Lord Li.
That man had truly intended to kill him just now.
If