In the void, Withered Jade Loose Immortal, who had earlier been in such high spirits, as though an immortal banished from heaven, now looked like a doddering old man whose great limit was at hand.
After hearing Qingzhu's words, he was so furious that he coughed blood.
Mother jade was extremely important to the Jade Soul Race. Though having it taken away would not kill him, his subsequent healing, spirit storage, and soul storage would all be greatly affected. Moreover, because of the backlash injuries, and with the aid of the ninth-rank mother jade gone, making it through his next Loose Immortal tribulation had already become almost impossible.
Thinking again of the matter with Zitan, the Jade Soul Race's losses this time were absolutely beyond imagination.
They would find it difficult to recover to their peak even in ten thousand years.
"Qingzhu, we will open our storage-bag Grotto-Heavens for you to see. If you keep making trouble without reason, then even if you are a dragon race true spirit, we will not be polite to you. This old man is someone about to die—though I may not be able to kill you, I can still draw out your True Immortal tribulation!" At this moment, Withered Jade Loose Immortal no longer wanted to delay at all.
Inside the secret realm, there would probably be no gains. At this moment, he simply opened his blessed-land Grotto-Heaven, then opened his storage bag as well.
Together with him were Blue Drip and the other members of the Jade Soul Race. Unless forced to the brink, they absolutely did not want to fight Qingzhu to the bitter end here.
And beside them, Lei Yun had already dispersed at this moment. Zitan also appeared off to the side. His aura was still drifting and unstable, and