He Cannot Become the Immortal Emperor

"Bald donkey, are you insane?!"

Lingxu Zi's face flushed crimson. Though the path he cultivated was not entirely the same as Shen Yi's, he could tell from this Dao pattern that it too followed a light, ethereal route.

The whisk in his hand swept back and forth repeatedly, and for the moment, he did not fall behind.

But Great Freedom Bodhisattva was fighting as though his life were on the line, exactly like Red Cloud Child before him.

Lingxu Zi's heart ached beyond measure.

In this brief span, the tribulation power he had expended was already enough to rebuild an entire Dao body.

And in the instant he lost focus, Great Freedom Bodhisattva found an opening, broke straight through the formation's confinement, and made a grasping motion with his huge hand. The Golden River wrapped around Lingxu Zi and dragged him down.

Rip!

Lingxu Zi tried desperately to dodge. The moment he raised his head, the Bodhisattva tore off half his arm, then shattered his eye socket with a punch.

The miserable sight made many Three Immortals Sect disciples avert their eyes in pity.

The Bodhi Sect disciples, meanwhile, wore cold sneers.

To think that the master who had taught a disciple like Jade Void Cosmos True Lord was himself so unbearably pathetic—it was utterly laughable.

"Enough!"

Lingxu Zi let out a shrill rebuke. He looked wretched, but in truth, Great Freedom Bodhisattva's Dharma body had been pierced through by countless silver threads from the whisk. His expenditure of tribulation power was no lower than Lingxu Zi's.

This was clearly a situation where both sides lost.

What ordinary debate of the Dao would ever come to this? Shen Yi was entirely to blame.

He opened his mouth to explain, only to see the monk before him wearing an icy expression.