Bai Wang acted as his thoughts arrived, raising a great sleeve and sweeping it downward. Clusters of cloud lotuses bloomed atop his dharma carriage, and amid surging spiritual radiance and golden mist, three phantom incarnations bearing his exact likeness floated out, each fleeing toward the array positions occupied by Yao Zhenjun, Shi Yanxin, and Ying Zhuan.
Each phantom incarnation possessed several tenths of his own dharma power—more than enough to suppress them all.
As for Qing Shuo, Bai Wang naturally had to deal with him personally.
So long as Qing Shuo died, the remaining wisp of divine qi would naturally return to him. He could replenish what he had lost and raise his strength another level. Previously, constrained by his divine ability, he had been unable to reclaim the divine qi from Qing Shuo proactively. But now that Qing Shuo had died once, that limitation had been broken, making it convenient for him to act.
With the other three and the array no longer interfering, dealing with Qing Shuo alone would not be difficult. His phantom incarnations were presently obstructing Qing Shuo's Primordial Spirit from reaching him time and again, leaving it to return without success. Now, without interference, Bai Wang gradually gained the upper hand in their contest of dharma power. The enormous jade hand rose again, slowly forcing up the jade ruler.
He smiled. Qing Shuo thought he was using this to restrain him, but was he not likewise using it to restrain Qing Shuo?
Especially since he could see that Qing Shuo did not dare withdraw that artifact, lest Bai Wang break free. Thus, Bai Wang pressed down without the slightest courtesy, vast dharma power pouring forth in an endless stream.
Any cultivator knew that such a contest of dharma power was far more perilous than a