The man radiated wave after wave of incomparably powerful aura.
Behind him, Dao principles continuously manifested, seeming supremely sacred, lofty beyond compare, and inviolable.
"This Fusang Fruit ought to include one for me."
At that moment, another voice rang out.
On the other side of the heavens, a bald, burly man stood in the sky with an incomparably haughty expression. Countless Dao principles manifested within his eyes.
He held his head high, as though the words "invincible" were all but written across his face.
"Since that is the case, then the remaining one shall belong to me. You gentlemen have no objections, I presume?"
At the same time, a shadow emerged from the depths of the sea of clouds on the other side. As the shadow grew larger and larger, an unparalleled figure stepped out from the clouds.
He had stubble on his face and a blade of grass dangling from the corner of his mouth. He wore a pair of straw sandals, his sturdy chest exposed, while beneath them were a pair of hairy legs. A long saber was strapped across his back.
He wore a smile, his eyes never truly leaving the Fusang Fruit in the distance, lingering around it as if there and not there.
"There are only three Fusang Fruits. Since they already have owners, the rest of you fellow Daoists may leave."
After all three had shown themselves, the first man to speak opened his mouth. He stood high in the Ninth Heavens, a golden array diagram appearing behind him. It slowly rotated, its surface constantly evolving with incomparably intricate runes, casually releasing wave after wave of utterly terrifying aura.
His eyes were filled with indifference. After sweeping his gaze around, he spoke calmly.
Like an emperor seated high in the Ninth Heavens, his words