The instant a streak of golden light flashed past and swept away Yun Zhongzi's true spirit, the Chan Sect collapsed.
Quite a few beings had already seen through Guang Chengzi and the others' scheme to hold back at this critical moment.
The moment the Chan Sect collapsed, Guang Chengzi and the others fled without the slightest hesitation. They had plainly prepared for this, and even more beings immediately realized what was going on.
In an instant, an uproar swept through the watching multitudes.
Such conduct from the Chan Sect was enough to make every being in the Primordial World laugh their teeth out.
Outside the battlefield, Yuanshi's face grew darker and darker as he watched the Chan Sect's performance.
When their complete collapse finally came, he could bear it no longer.
He had personally descended from the Jade Void Palace to Mount Qianyuan to recover his lost dignity.
Yet the performance of the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals had cost him face once.
Lin Tian's appearance had cost him face again.
And finally, the conduct of his own Chan Sect disciples had stripped him clean of whatever dignity he had left-which had already been none.
Under these circumstances, Yuanshi's Dao heart was not far from collapsing.
"You damned Spirit Vine Sect wretches! You dare commit murder right before me!"
Yuanshi had nearly been driven mad by all this provocation, and there was little logic left in his words.
But he needed no logic anyway. He could shout whatever he wanted; what mattered was what he did next.
Watching the Chan Sect's final, utter collapse, he roared from afar, his magic power and aura surging explosively.
An unimaginably terrifying Saint's pressure swept across heaven and earth in an instant, scattering every last trace of the boundless clouds of bloody baleful