"Zhao Luotian has gone mad. What does that have to do with me?"
Jiang Shu frowned slightly. Though he had long harbored some suspicions, he naturally would not reveal everything at this moment.
Moreover, as the words of this so-called Venerable Tianji fell, several other Venerables had already locked their auras onto him.
"Lackeys of Heaven's Will, truly unchanged as ever. Fellow Daoist, will you join forces with me? Together, we can kill our way out!"
Zhao Luotian spoke at once, his gaze incomparably grim as he stared fixedly at the white-robed old man.
"You two?"
The white-robed old man's gaze was calm and his expression cold. "Merely two Mid-stage Venerables. I alone can handle you. Why not obediently accept your deaths? Perhaps you can suffer a little less before you die."
"In your dreams!"
As his words fell, Zhao Luotian suddenly drew his blade. The howl of blade light resounded across the entire sky.
A vast blade radiance cleaved down from the heavens, pointing straight at the white-robed old man.
"Laughable..."
The white-robed old man sneered and swept his sleeve. A mighty current of air suddenly erupted, countless spatial planes tearing within it and forcibly shattering the blade radiance.
"I'll go capture Zhao Luotian. The rest of you, move quickly and kill this man!"
As his words fell, the white-robed old man struck at once, unleashing the cultivation of a Late-stage Venerable.
He took a step forward, and countless hazy mists immediately emerged.
In an instant, the hazy mist rapidly condensed with the sound of breathing into qi dragons, launching a relentless assault on Zhao Luotian.
Zhao Luotian, who had been so vigorous moments ago, immediately fell into a disadvantage.
The gap between the Mid-stage and Late-stage Venerable realms was not merely a small one. The greatest difference lay