"The disparity in strength is far too great."
Ye Lin dodged the old man's lethal attack in a flash, his expression grim.
This was no longer merely a gap in combat strength, but a difference in the very level of life itself. There was simply no way to fight him—not even a little.
"Let's go."
Xu Feng arrived at Ye Lin's side and spoke. He had already used the Imperial Seal, but unfortunately, the fortune he could draw upon was limited. There was nothing he could do to the old man.
Though he was the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty and held the Imperial Seal in his hand, the Emperor was his father. So long as his father did not abdicate, he would never be able to mobilize all the dynasty's fortune.
After all, fortune possessed a spirit, and it recognized its master.
"First Stroke Shakes Heaven and Earth."
Just as the two began to think of retreating, an icy voice devoid of any emotion rang out.
Wang Xiaoyun held a golden book in his left hand and a golden brush in his right.
With a sweep of the brush through the air, the distant old man seemed to suffer a devastating blow and was sent flying backward.
"Second Stroke Startles Ghosts and Gods."
Wang Xiaoyun made another stroke. A black-and-white ink painting suddenly appeared beneath his feet and instantly unfurled.
The old man who had just been flung away was directly suppressed to the ground, unable to move.
"Third Stroke Pacifies the Realm."
As the third stroke fell, countless streaks of Sword Qi appeared in the void and pierced straight through the old man. Even the body of a seventh-layer Golden Immortal could not withstand such incomparably sharp Sword Qi.
"Fourth Stroke Saves All Living Beings."