Looking at the white-robed figure before him, Luo Haoxuan relaxed.
I survived!
With the True Martial True Lord protecting him, even a Nascent Soul late-stage grand cultivator acting in person would find it difficult to take his life within Protectorate Immortal City.
"What, you think keeping silent will help?"
Chen Beiwu looked indifferent. A faint light flashed from his Storage Ring, and a Profound Blade appeared in his hand.
Boom!
At the same time, Golden Egg activated the Three Absolutes True Gang and swept out a dragon claw, smashing it down hard toward Zhu Jinglong's head.
"Hmph."
Zhu Jinglong snorted coldly and shot backward, dodging the dragon claw. Radiance then erupted around him, transforming into thousands upon thousands of silver threads that hurtled outward. The opportunity had passed. There was no longer any need for him to continue trying to assassinate Luo Haoxuan.
If he forced the issue, not only would he fail to kill Luo Haoxuan and smear Protectorate City's name, but he might even lose his avatar here.
"You cannot escape," Chen Beiwu said leisurely.
At the urging of his divine sense, the Zhou Tian Twelve Protectorate Grand Formation laid throughout the city thundered into action.
Twelve beams of spiritual light in different colors erupted from Protectorate City's four cardinal points-east, south, west, and north-and the eight positions of the Eight Trigrams.
These lights intertwined and fused into layer upon layer of restrictions, then spread out with a thunderous roar. They became a vast, invisible, intangible net that completely sealed off the earth veins and spirit vigor for thousands of miles around, intercepting the silver light filling the sky.
*What a loss. This mission was no simple matter. No wonder so few True Lords in the sect were willing to accept it, leaving it to my original body