Chu Mo patted his sleeves and looked toward the other battles within the array. Even through the glassy rosy glow veiling them, he could still sense the fierce clashes within.
Unlike him, who had Han Yu's help, the other Dao Venerables would not be able to finish off their opponents anytime soon.
"Have you ever heard a certain saying?" he asked Han Yu.
"What saying?"
"The quick get the spoils; the slow get nothing." He chuckled, then strode across Heaven and Earth, smashed through the array's partition, and plunged into Baoyun's battlefield, calling out:
"Don't panic, Fellow Daoist Baoyun! Your Sect Master is here to help!"
Baoyun, who had been concentrating on fighting the Realm Lord before him, suddenly saw Chu Mo barge onto the battlefield, along with the Divine Abilities and treasures that came hurtling in ahead of his voice. His face instantly darkened.
After a long while, the battle subsided, and calm returned within the glassy rosy glow. Chu Mo emerged from the Grand Array thoroughly satisfied, with Baoyun following behind, wearing a sour expression.
That expression soured further when Baoyun saw the Realm Lords imprisoned in Tai Xuan's, Dan Jing's, and the others' hands. Despite unleashing his Divine Abilities with all his might, he had still been a step behind Chu Mo and failed to save that Realm Lord.
"This man's heart is black through and through." Baoyun shot Chu Mo a resentful look.
"What's with that look, Fellow Daoist Baoyun?" Chu Mo frowned in displeasure. "Your Sect Master came to help out of the goodness of his heart. Shouldn't you appreciate it?" Rage!
Baoyun's face darkened, then went expressionless. "Something went wrong with my cultivation recently, so I've had some trouble controlling my facial expressions. I hope you'll understand, Sect Master."
"So that's it." Chu Mo