Duan Zhongqi and the two young men bowed once more, then withdrew from the valley.
Only the White Robe Youth remained within the valley.
The White Robe Youth rose, stretched lazily, then turned into a wisp of light smoke and drifted out of the valley toward the distance.
Chu Zhiyuan flashed into the valley.
Super Sensation illuminated everything; nothing escaped his sight.
His gaze finally settled on the Evil Venerable Statue as he examined it closely.
The Golden Sword slowly slid from its sheath.
The blade quivered faintly, its excitement barely concealed, as though it were cheering.
He lightly shook the blade, soothing it and telling it not to be impatient.
The next moment, Chu Liezhao stepped out through a light gate.
The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion flew from his sleeve and landed upon a nearby mountaintop.
Against these Evil Venerables skilled in secret spiritual arts, the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion and Dragon Soaring Bell were the most powerful weapons.
Chu Liezhao concealed himself within the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.
A smile appeared on Chu Zhiyuan's face as he floated into the air and swung his sword lightly.
"Hiss!"
"Bang!"
A crack first appeared, swiftly spreading into a web of pearls before exploding into fragments that drifted down in a shower of powder.
"How dare you!"
A thunderous blast rang out in Chu Zhiyuan's mind.
A streak of white light then shot over. The White Robe Youth reappeared and lunged at him.
Chu Zhiyuan vanished from where he stood in a flash.
The White Robe Youth formed hand seals and barked, "Die!"
Golden light immediately flared in Chu Zhiyuan's mind as the Dragon Soaring Bell blocked the violent spiritual attack.
That violent force was a sheet of white light, like a bolt of silk forged from saber light.
After it struck the Dragon