A voice rang out over the River of Time.
"If not now, when will you strike?"
No one answered.
But the River of Time surged, wave after wave crashing toward Lieshan's true spirit.
No one knew which Quasi-Saint had sent which wave.
Lieshan was at the critical moment of his breakthrough. A single wave could sever his path to the Dao!
Under everyone's expectant gazes.
Just as those waves were about to strike the golden light of merit radiating from Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica!
At that very moment.
A wave suddenly rose beside Lieshan's true spirit!
A figure emerged, spiritual treasures circling his body and a Green Sword clasped in his hand.
He gave off no aura, merely standing there quietly as his calm gaze swept across the River of Time.
That gaze held no sharpness, yet every being on the River of Time felt a chill run through them.
What frightened them was not the figure himself, but the Green Sword in his hand.
Before the sword even left its sheath, the waves crashing toward Lieshan scattered on their own.
Duobao looked at the figures atop those waves, a mocking smile curling his lips.
"Esteemed seniors."
His voice was quiet, yet it reached every figure's ears with perfect clarity.
"If you want to strike, then strike. Why hide?"
Silence fell over the River of Time.
Anyone who struck now would surely invite that terrifying sword strike.
Even though they were Quasi-Saints, with only a wisp of their true spirits present on the River of Time, they still faced the danger of perishing.
Duobao sneered.
With him here, anyone who still dared to strike would at least deserve credit for their courage.
Quasi-Saints cherished their lives. They feared becoming entangled in karma, and they feared death.
The higher their