In a remote region where the Southern Sea met the Western Sea, within several layers of grand formations.
Zhao Gongming looked down at the two saint disciples of the Western Teachings. With a casual sweep of his hand, he smoothed away the surging waves on the sea surface as the Twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls slowly revolved...
Before him, the corners of the two Western Teachings experts' mouths bled and their auras trembled, yet the Sea-Calming Divine Pearls held them firmly in place, leaving them unable to move.
At this moment, the expressions on the two old Daoists' faces were exceedingly complicated—fear, helplessness, and, most of all, fury.
This was the second time!
The second time!
Though this time, the two of them had deliberately plotted against Daoist Huang Long of the Chan Teaching first, even borrowing Zhao Gongming's uniquely calculated methods...
They had not hurt Daoist Huang Long in the slightest! They had merely reenacted the scene according to the experience of being bumped into!
Yet Zhao Gongming had charged over without a word and given them a brutal beating, damaging several thousand years of their cultivation and harming their Dao intent. This grudge had truly been forged!
Zhao Gongming was also stroking his beard and pondering...
He had gotten too carried away just now and held back too little, beating these two Western saint disciples badly enough to damage their cultivation and diminish their Dao intent.
This time, he was not exactly in the right...
Off to the side, the tall, thin Daoist stepped forward and bowed. His gaze brimmed with gratitude as he said:
"Many thanks to Junior Brother Gongming for rescuing me from my plight!
Had Junior Brother Gongming not appeared, this poor Daoist truly, truly would not have known what to do."
Zhao Gongming gave a