"You dared to deceive me!" the Scruffy Old Man roared. Heaven and Earth essence rapidly gathered in his hand, his face dark with fury as he prepared to strike again.
"Heavenly Venerable, calm your anger! Your disciple is unharmed! I merely sent him away."
The High Priest immediately shouted.
At that moment, he suddenly realized he had underestimated the Scruffy Old Man. In his fury, the old man might truly destroy Witch Island along with him.
The Scruffy Old Man was utterly enraged, mystic light clenched in his hand as he prepared another attack.
With the appointed three-year deadline approaching, he had arrived early.
From Lu Feng breaking out of that dark space to his subsequent slaughter in all directions, everything had left him deeply satisfied.
Although the High Priest's actions invited speculation, his motives were impossible to fathom, and even the old man's abilities could not uncover his true origins, he was indeed more skilled at nurturing the younger generation.
Seeing Lu Feng win, he had assumed the High Priest would release him as agreed. Instead, the man had resorted to another method. With that palm strike, Lu Feng vanished, and even with his abilities, he had not seen how his disciple had left.
He had not left; he had simply vanished where he stood. Obliterating someone with a single palm strike was something the old man could do, and naturally, so could this mysterious figure called the High Priest.
Anxious for his beloved disciple, the Scruffy Old Man cast everything else aside and struck in fury. That earth-shaking palm strike encompassed the twin energies of yin and yang and was profoundly wondrous. Had the High Priest not possessed such towering power himself, all of Witch Island would have faced utter destruction.
"Heavenly Venerable, calm your anger. Your disciple