The figure stretched out a hand to meet the incoming spells and Spirit Treasures, sweeping them all into his palm. Yet the next moment, that enormous hand suddenly burst apart.
Facing so many powerful foes, the Palm Qiankun Art was still a bit of a strain!
As he pondered this, the man turned back to glance at Di Kun, trapped in the mire.
Had the Qilin Clan truly fallen to such a state? Alas!
"Mas-Master?"
"F-Fellow Daoist Buchu?"
Di Kun, covered in blood and nearly at death's door, was utterly stunned.
The other powerful cultivators were equally astonished, especially Ao Gan and Fengyang, who knew Wu Chu.
Ao Gan frowned. "Didn't Senior Buchu say that once they left Purple Jade Mountain, they would no longer be disciples of Purple Jade Mountain? Why are you intervening now?"
The true dragon who had trapped Di Kun in the mire flew out from underground. Looking at Wu Chu, he said to Ao Gan and the others, "This man should merely be a clone. Why not eliminate him here as well?"
Ao Gan and Fengyang both glanced at him. Fengyang sneered inwardly but remained silent.
Ao Gan, meanwhile, cursed the fool in his heart. Did they not see that? Precisely because it was only a clone, killing it would be meaningless!
Di Kun returned to his human form and lowered his head to look at the pendant around his neck. Sure enough, the bead on it had shattered and vanished.
It was a keepsake Wu Chu had given them when they left Purple Jade Mountain.
They had not known that it was no ordinary bead, but a Great Dao Golden Pill containing the Laws of the Dao of Qiankun, sealed within by Wu Chu.
When the bead broke, Wu Chu's clone was released from