"Zen Master Shanfa, Great Master Shanxian, Fellow Daoist Xiao Muzi—leave now!!!"
"I owe your two sects too much. This one life may not be enough to repay it. In my next life... Xu Santong will still repay it with his life."
"Elder Mu, from this day forth, the Phantom Star Sect is entrusted to you."
Xu Santong poured out all his true essence and Nascent Soul essence, exerting every ounce of strength to unleash his move.
Without turning his head, his thunderous roar rang out once more.
Zen Master Shanfa, Great Master Shanxian, Xiao Muzi, and the white-haired elder swiftly exchanged glances.
Their expressions were somewhat conflicted at that moment.
But the four had abundant combat experience and knew well that Xu Santong's life-risking move was not to be underestimated. This was precisely the best opportunity to escape.
Without the slightest hesitation, the instant Xu Santong finished speaking, they transformed into four streaks of light and shot into the sky.
"You think you can leave so easily? The grudges between the five sects have yet to be settled. Why are you four fellow Daoists... in such a hurry to leave?"
Facing Xu Santong's formidable move, the eight from the Great Zhao Dynasty and Demon Shadow Palace retreated, but not a trace of panic appeared in their eyes.
Sun Wenyuan spoke again. As his words fell, he raised his hand and flipped his palm, sending a swath of azure light flying from his sleeve.
The azure light appeared and instantly became countless wisps soaring into the heavens.
The wisps danced and entwined in the air, weaving in the blink of an eye into a massive heavenly net that covered the four rising figures, Xu Santong who was still channeling his move, and the thousand-zhang peak behind the five of them.
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