"Was this the... judgment of the mighty across the heavens?"
At that moment, not only Su Qingtan and her daughter, but even Xu Taiping himself, who had laid the Spirit-Shocking Formation, stared dumbfounded.
"Get out of This Old Man's way!..."
Just then, Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book, who was about to flee high above, suddenly roared.
Then he swept his broad sleeve, flinging a roaring Wind Dragon out of it to lunge at a golden palm reaching from a rift before him.
Boom!
Yet all that palm did was change its hand seal, and the Wind Dragon's body shattered with a thunderous crash.
Shing!
Immediately afterward, a saber silhouette formed from seven-colored radiance slashed out of a rift in the sky beside him.
Bang!
Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book spun around, then bellowed, "Aah!" and clamped his palms together with all his strength.
He actually caught the saber strike between them.
But barely a breath or two later, the saber qi tore his palms apart.
Then, with a swish, that saber strike cleaved straight through his body, splitting him in two.
Seen from the mountain forest below, the long saber silhouette slashing out of the rift almost divided the entire sky in two.
The lingering saber qi spread across the heavens like the auroras that sometimes appeared in the night sky.
After that strike, Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book completely lost his ability to fight.
Swish, swish, swish!...
High above, the radiance of Treasures began flashing incessantly within the rifts.
Like hungry wolves, they ceaselessly gnawed away at Old Daoist Mao's body.
It was as though each additional wound dealt to that body would earn them another share of the spoils.
"Taiping, do you understand now?"
Just then, Fairy Lingyue's voice sounded in Xu