Laozi reached out to help Yuanshi up, immortal light surging from his hand into Yuanshi's body. He then took out a Nine-Revolution Golden Elixir and fed it to him, finally stabilizing his injuries.
A trace of anger filled his eyes as he looked up at Daochen.
Though Yuanshi was narrow-minded and often disagreed with him, he was, after all, his blood brother. Seeing Daochen beat him into such a state naturally stirred anger in Li Er's heart.
Tongtian quietly appeared behind Laozi. Seeing that Yuanshi was gravely injured but in no danger of dying, he finally let out the breath he had been holding.
"If you refuse to accept this, Li Er, come and fight. I, Daochen, will take you on!"
Daochen descended at that moment, regarding Laozi with a disdainful gaze.
Of course he knew about Laozi's little maneuvers during his battle with Yuanshi. He simply could not be bothered to mention them.
The same words still held: if you refused to accept it, come and fight!
"You!"
At Daochen's words, Laozi's face flushed red. He was about to strike, but Tongtian forcibly held him back.
"Eldest Brother, you mustn't! Second Brother is injured. This is no time to stir up more trouble!"
Tongtian spoke urgently.
As he said this, his gaze also turned toward Dijiang, Xuanming, and the others nearby.
Tongtian's meaning was clear. If they fought Daochen to the bitter end now, even a victory would be a costly one, leaving the Twelve Ancestral Witches to reap the benefits!
A clash of pride was a small matter; the title of Pangu Orthodox Lineage was what truly mattered!
"I shall remember what you have bestowed upon us today, fellow Daoist. One day, we Three Pure Ones will repay it!"
Leaving those words behind, Laozi sent out a beam