When Daoxing Tianzun landed, the first thing he saw was two bodies.
News of Han Dulong's death had already weighed heavily on him.
Now Xue Ehu lay dead before his eyes as well.
His true spirit had only just been taken away by the Investiture of the Gods.
Even after countless years of cultivation,
it was hard to remain unmoved when two disciples fell one after the other.
The air across the entire dueling ground seemed to grow heavier.
Daoxing Tianzun did not look at Lin Yuan right away.
He walked to Xue Ehu's body first.
He raised a hand.
The Qingxuan Sword, which had flown back to Lin Yuan after piercing Xue Ehu's chest, naturally did not come to him.
But he easily drew out the sword energy lingering in the corpse.
The aura of Supreme Purity.
It belonged to Lin Yuan.
Daoxing Tianzun's expression grew colder.
"Lin Yuan."
Lin Yuan stood on the other side.
The blood at his temple had not yet dried.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle."
Daoxing Tianzun slowly straightened.
"After Han Dulong died,
Xue Ehu also died at your hands."
The words had barely left his mouth
when a streak of golden light crossed the sky from the direction of the Eastern Sea!
Boom!
Golden Spirit Holy Mother landed directly in front of Lin Yuan.
Her speed was astonishing.
The moment she arrived,
she ignored even Daoxing Tianzun.
She turned and seized Lin Yuan by the shoulder.
Her divine sense swept over him from head to toe.
"Where are you hurt?"
Lin Yuan raised a hand and pointed to his forehead.
"Sword energy grazed my Primordial Spirit."
Jin Ling's face turned frighteningly cold.
"Who did it?"
Lin Yuan looked at Xue Ehu on the ground.
"Him."
Jin Ling looked over too.
Dead.
Then she turned to