Words Better Than Blades, Speech Sharper Than Swords

Damn it!

Ren Jie had no mind for anything else. He instantly shot into the air, but just as he rose and was about to rush over, he immediately felt an extreme sense of danger—especially from the area surrounding that mountain peak.

At that moment, Ren Jie saw the incomparably bedraggled Thieving Taoist shaking his head groggily, clearly not fully conscious.

Not a single part of him was intact. His head was swollen as large as a pig's, and he had been beaten miserably. Yet the fact that he had been beaten into this state without dying was truly a miracle.

"Sealing Imprint!" In that split-second flash, Ren Jie's thoughts turned. Instead of charging over to save Mad Bull Two, he rushed straight at the Thieving Taoist.

Because Ren Jie knew Mad Bull Two's strength. Even if he went all out now, he could defeat him, but killing him would be difficult. The aura emanating from within that mountain was terrifying, and rushing over might not accomplish anything. He might as well go straight for the source.

"Bang!" The Thieving Taoist had no reaction whatsoever and was directly sealed by Ren Jie's Sealing Imprint.

"Rumble..." Suddenly, at the instant Ren Jie sealed the Thieving Taoist, the enormous mountain below let out a thunderous roar and split open even wider. A vast, boundless suction force surged from within, instantly dragging everything in the sky for several hundred li around into it.

"Hmm!" The place where Ren Jie had sealed the Thieving Taoist was a full hundred li from the mountain, yet his body was still dragged downward by the pull.

Not good!

Ren Jie instantly realized the danger. It truly was as he had sensed just now—the mountain was immensely dangerous. He could even feel that the roar contained fury. Strange.