"Seventh!" a rough voice bellowed. "Quit fucking showing off! Get over here and help me!"
Xie Bi'an turned and spotted Ox-Head and Horse-Face nearby, along with the monk fighting them, Fu Lou Na.
All three seemed wounded. Though Fu Lou Na was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he was locked in a bitter struggle against two True Immortals. It was almost laughable.
Seeing Xie Bi'an kill Shariputra single-handedly, Fu Lou Na paled in alarm and turned to flee.
"Don't let him get away!" Xie Bi'an roared, launching himself after him.
"Well, damn! Seventh's that fierce?!" Ox-Head had never expected Xie Bi'an, a mere True Immortal, to dare chase a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"What do we do, then?!" Horse-Face asked.
"Fourth!" Still pursuing the strange monk, Xie Bi'an looked back at Horse-Face. "Bring your Nine-Turn Soul-Washing Whip! We'll need it any moment!"
"What?!" Ox-Head and Horse-Face both froze. "Seventh, you're going to interrogate 'that thing'?"
"That's right. I want all the answers."
Xie Bi'an flew swiftly toward Fu Lou Na, smiling as he watched the monk flee in a panic.
A paper tiger was still a paper tiger. It seemed the Immortals elsewhere would soon settle their battles, too.
After all, the Immortal Realm had no shortage of Immortals stronger than him.
Yang Jian and Ibaraki Doji stood shoulder to shoulder.
Neither spoke.
Blood dripped steadily from both their bodies.
They stared silently at the monk before them, waves of lingering fear rising in their hearts-
Maudgalyayana was simply far too powerful!
Yang Jian had, after all, fought He Suoyi before. Strong as He Suoyi was, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Houtu had kept him pinned down throughout that battle. Had he not escaped using a bizarre spell, he would have been dead by now.
Yang Jian was a Great