It would have been truly disgraceful for a Sage to lack even that much ability.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches snickered on the sidelines. It was bad enough that Primordial Heavenly Venerable was so petty.
But his disciples were just as incompetent. It was enough to make them die laughing.
As they looked at Primordial Heavenly Venerable, where was their reverence for a Sage?
Only disdain remained.
If this was all a Sage could manage, he was nothing special.
At the Eastern Seashore, the battle still raged.
With Zhao Gongming joining the fray, morale on the Human Race's side soared.
They swiftly brought out their hidden trump cards as well.
The Three Xiao Sisters surged forward ferociously, ready to fight the Demon Race to the death.
Just then, the soul of Taotie that had flown out suddenly grew a fleshly body out of thin air.
The sight left everyone dumbstruck.
What kind of Daoist art was this?
Taotie snorted coldly. "Hmph! Had I not possessed a few tricks of my own, I really would have fallen into your trap this time. So you are Zhao Gongming? The Demon Emperor's foremost lackey."
Zhao Gongming froze for a moment. He had clearly slain Taotie with his blade just now, so how had he suddenly come back to life?
He stared at Taotie's body, utterly bewildered.
"I am indeed Zhao Gongming. You demonic beast, your methods are truly bizarre. You can return from the dead without any loss of strength, and the body that died just now was unquestionably yours. Would you enlighten this humble Daoist?"
Taotie roared with laughter. "You want to know?"
Zhao Gongming was hardly the only one who wanted to know.
Everyone craned their necks in anticipation, eager to learn this secret.
Just then, Taotie's expression changed in an instant.