Qingxu unleashed all his strength, smashing his cauldron straight toward Qingxiao's chest, as though the master before him were an enemy with whom he could not share the same sky.
"Wretch!"
Qingxiao's face turned livid as he raised a ruyi scepter to shield himself.
His eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "This Venerable treated you like a son, taught you the Dao, and bestowed treasures upon you. Is this how you repay me?!"
"Shut up!"
Qingxu's face was cold as frost. He drove the treasured cauldron in his hands onward and snapped:
"You old bastard are nothing but a stepping stone on my path of cultivation! Teaching me the Dao? Passing on your knowledge? What a load of bullshit! You think that makes you worthy of having me lay down my life for you?"
As he spoke, the treasured cauldron in his hands kept crashing down.
"Good, good, good! Since you've willingly sunk so low, don't blame This Venerable for cleansing his own sect!"
Qingxiao laughed in utter fury. He immediately stopped holding back and joined Qingming in attacking Qingxu with all his strength.
Yet Qingxu, bolstered by fate, favored by heaven's will, and burning his own essence, held his ground against their combined assault without yielding an inch.
Laughter rang like bells inside his mind. "My good disciple, beautifully done. Hold him off a little longer. Once heaven's will descends, everything will be settled."
"Yes, Master!"
The fanaticism in Qingxu's eyes swelled. His essence burned still more fiercely, and even his primordial spirit began to burn. He no longer gave himself any consideration; all he wanted was to ease his "master's" burdens.
Meanwhile, battles raged elsewhere as well.
The Dragon Empress fought another Great Dao Venerable of Radiant Splendor, Mahayana cultivators fought Great Dao Venerables, and Dao Integration