After receiving Heavenly Venerable Lingbao's intelligence, Xiao Yun's expression darkened. He hurriedly relayed the news to Zhang Xiaofan, Wujie, the Dragon Emperor, the Three Sovereigns, and the others.
As for Zhao Wuji, Xiao Yun instinctively overlooked him. That fellow was simply too arrogant now, to the point that Xiao Yun had started to believe Zhao Wuji could truly defeat Saints across realms.
Sure enough, Zhao Wuji was currently pursuing Zhunti and trying to kill him, the Black Dragon Spear in his hand sweeping across the eight wastelands.
"Zhunti, you bald donkey! I can suppress you with nothing more than a trash spirit treasure. A dignified Buddhist School Saint is nothing more than this."
With a sweep of Zhao Wuji's spear, the void split apart and the heavens collapsed. Thunder immediately rumbled through the region, while countless beams of golden light shone with dazzling brilliance.
It had to be said that Zhao Wuji had indeed grown much stronger over the years. He had traveled far along the Great Dao of Reincarnation, and his combat power had already reached the summit.
At least at the half-step Immortal level, whether in the Primordial World or the Nine Heavens Continent, no one was his match.
Perhaps only after the Sword Venerable advanced to half-step Immortal would he be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Zhao Wuji had not used a discarded trash Imperial weapon like the Black Dragon Spear in many years. He had deliberately brought it out this time to humiliate Zhunti.
After all, Zhunti had once turned his avatar into a lamp wick. This hatred was irreconcilable.
"Hm? That's the Black Dragon Spear!" At that moment, Yang Jian, who was fighting in the distance, glanced over. His pupils contracted, and killing intent immediately swept across heaven and earth.
Yang Jian