The Origin Xia Daoists on the Grand Platform watched on. Though they had lost two rounds in succession, every one of them remained composed. After all, they had faced them with surrogate bodies this time; losing meant nothing.
One Daoist said, "This time, Celestial Xia has not used those methods that implicate the true body."
Another replied, "This is beneath our Origin Xia Grand Platform. Perhaps they fear we might see it? Or perhaps they know that, when faced with danger, we have means to sever the life-force of our surrogate bodies."
"Reasonable. That must be it."
Each of them had the Soul-Seeking Chart as their anchor. If there truly were killing methods, they could sever their surrogate bodies and return before those methods even landed. With no danger to their lives, they naturally appeared utterly at ease.
At this moment, someone suddenly said, "This man's Dao technique most likely strikes after the fact. The longer he delays, the stronger his power becomes. Though he only acted after a moment just now, one should prepare for the worst and halve that estimate. If he cannot be defeated within half a moment, I fear victory will be difficult. To be even more cautious, he should be taken down the instant he appears."
Another added, "Then Fellow Daoist Mo's Dao technique should be able to restrain him, should it not? By the way, has Fellow Daoist Mo not returned yet?"
"Fellow Daoist Mo's surrogate bodies were all kept in Origin Xia's secret treasury. If he is to appear again, he must travel here from Origin Xia. He will not arrive so quickly."
Although Ling Lingzi controlled the Truth-Fixing Net and could use this treasure to shape surrogate bodies at will, those present were not cultivators from the outer world; they all came