Randeng took a step forward, his apricot-yellow Daoist robe snapping in the wind.
The ancient Green Lamp hovered over his palm. Its wick bore a flame no larger than a grain of rice, yet it forcibly tore apart the Space Law defined by Saint Duobao and carved a path through the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
"Fellow Daoist Duobao, it has been a long time."
His voice was unhurried, carrying the serenity of an old monk in meditation.
But what he did was anything but serene.
With a reach of his right hand, that wisp of lamplight abruptly swelled into a wall of light, stretching between Duobao and Guangchengzi and forcibly cutting off the Saint's law power that was about to descend.
Duobao's hand hung in midair, not pressing down any farther.
He turned around and looked calmly at Randeng.
"Randeng, have you thought this through?"
"Amitabha." Randeng recited the Buddhist invocation, his expression utterly calm. "Guangchengzi is the First Disciple of Clarify Teachings. As the Vice Leader of Chan Teachings, how can I stand by and do nothing?"
"Let today's killing scheme end here."
Xuanyuan stared coldly at him. Though he had withdrawn his Human Emperor true form, the imperial majesty of humanity remained condensed around him without dispersing.
"Randeng, if you want to save him, first ask whether my sword agrees."
Kong Xuan was even more direct. He stepped forward and blocked the way toward Guangchengzi. "Well, well, the bald donkey's here. What, you saw Guangchengzi was about to die and got anxious?"
Bixiao glared furiously. "Who allowed you into the formation?"
Randeng ignored them.
His gaze remained fixed on Duobao. He knew perfectly well that the only one here who could decide everything was this newly ascended Saint.
"Fellow Daoist Duobao, have you truly thought this through?" Randeng