Wu Duanzhuo frowned deeply when he saw that Zhang Yuan remained completely unaffected.
There was something strange about this brat.
Once was one thing, but he was still completely unaffected. Could this brat actually ignore my mystic wonder?
"We are most curious how you evaded our mystic wonder." Wu Duanzhuo brought one hand out from behind his back, conjured a gigantic palm, and reached for Zhang Yuan.
If his mystic wonder did not work, he would act himself. With his celestial person perfection cultivation, he could easily capture Zhang Yuan alive even without it.
"Fellow Daoist Mountain-Bearing, aren't you going to act?"
Zhang Yuan spoke calmly.
As his words fell, a three-colored radiance abruptly lit up within the execution ground.
The execution ground, together with the blue bricks, soil, and hard stones beneath it, gathered into an enormous hand that blotted out the sky and sun. It collided with the incoming palm amid a succession of thunderous crashes, sending dust billowing everywhere.
The dust cleared.
Deng Qiuzhi exhaled a breath of turbid air, glanced at the saber-wielding Ghost General standing before him, and punched straight at the Ghost General's massive saber.
Bang!
The saber shattered, and the boundless vitality of a Celestial Person erupted, mingled with great yin spirit qi and mysterious yin death qi.
"Deng Qiuzhi, the Mountain-Bearing Celestial Person of the Wen River Deng Clan. We recall that you bear a blood-deep grudge against Zhang Yuan. Why not join forces with us and slay this brat here?" Wu Duanzhuo's expression shifted slightly as he tried to win him over.
Without question, Deng Qiuzhi's intervention at celestial person perfection introduced a wild card for him.
Deng Qiuzhi glanced at the smiling Zhang Yuan. One look was enough to tell him that Zhang Yuan's belly was full of wicked schemes.