"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Still, the earth-shaking roar they had imagined never came when Xuanming, Rushou, Zhurong, and Gonggong's attacks landed on the Taiji Diagram.
Once again, it felt as though they had struck empty air.
With nowhere to release their force, all four shuddered, so frustrated they nearly spat blood.
Yet in the next instant, Zhurong and Gonggong's expressions abruptly tightened. An incredibly violent recoil swept out of the Taiji Diagram, traveled along their arms, and slammed straight into their internal organs.
"Pfft!"
Caught off guard, Zhurong and Gonggong trembled. Under the impact of that recoil, their internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart. The agonizing pain drove them to open their mouths and spit out jets of blood.
Although Xuanming and Rushou had been on guard, their faces also paled. Clearly, they were suffering too.
"Damn it!"
Both of them cursed under their breath.
Of the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would rather fight Yuanshi or Tongtian than Laozi.
It was all because Laozi's Taiji Diagram was simply too difficult to counter.
Hard or soft as needed, offense and defense united, it had not a single opening. Yet if they let their guard slip, Laozi could inflict a grievous injury at any moment.
Dijiang was a perfect example.
Caught off guard by a strike from the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram, he still had not recovered. He was so frustrated he could practically spit blood.
What Xuanming and the others failed to notice, however, was that the instant the recoil injured them,
Laozi's face inside the Taiji Diagram also turned pale, and a thin trickle of crimson blood slowly escaped the corner of his mouth.
"Eldest Brother, are you...?"
After taking the Nine-Revolution Golden Elixir, Yuanshi had recovered some of his magical power. But seeing Laozi