Daoist Randeng fled like a madman.
Rage burned in his heart, and he had begun to resent Yuanshi.
Time and again, Yuanshi had made him take the lead, and every time, he had suffered devastating losses.
This time, he had even been forced to use blood escape to flee.
It had directly damaged his very essence.
If this continued, he would never reach the realm of a sage.
They had no essence of the Heavenly Dao to begin with, nor anyone to give them a Primordial Unity Dao Pill.
They had reached the Quasi-Saint stage solely through painstaking accumulation, little by little.
And now, the cultivation and treasures he had amassed with such difficulty...
Had almost all been exhausted in his few encounters with Daochen.
If this went on, he feared he would even fall below the Quasi-Saint stage.
He was terribly weak, his mind fixed solely on escaping.
Just then, a cold chuckle suddenly sounded ahead of him.
"Fellow Daoist Randeng, surely it would be improper to leave just like that."
Daoist Randeng's heart lurched. His divine sense had failed to detect anyone ahead of him-a clear sign of just how weakened he was.
His resentment toward the Primordial Heavenly Venerable deepened.
Even with him reduced to this state, there was not a single person there to receive him.
Although he was extremely wary of the four before him, he could not afford to sound the slightest bit cowed.
"You little brats! Even injured, I am not someone a handful of children like you can humiliate."
"Illuminate the spirit, burn the soul, consign the sinner to hell!"
He deftly formed a hand seal, and Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Sisters suddenly found themselves surrounded by a strange flame.
The flames seemed to sear their souls, terrifying all four