Without the Six Demon Banner, he was at most somewhat stronger than a veteran Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator like Penglai True Lord; with it, he could withstand one Spirit Venerable-Grade spell from Hui'an head-on, but he was certainly no match for Hui'an.
At least two Great Cultivators fighting with all their strength, without mutual suspicion, would have absolutely no reason to fear Qing Chen.
But whether they feared him was one matter; whether they were willing to endure that fiend's mad-dog retaliation upon his return was another.
Given his strength, they still had to exercise some restraint.
Abbot Hui'an gave Lin Changsheng a thoughtful glance. This man truly had something of Qing Chen's bearing, possessing such composure and resolve, and even taking the initiative to break the deadlock.
That meant he could no longer pretend not to see.
The Buddhist Prayer Beads in Hui'an's hand turned one by one. As he mobilized his terrifying Nascent Soul Peak magic power, two Vajra Rules Threads emerged, easily cutting off the three oppressive auras bearing down on the Demon Lotus Sect.
He was now the Golden Scale Alliance's Alliance Leader, and the Vajra Zen Sect had gained far too many benefits through the alliance over the years.
In just thirty to fifty years, more than ten members of the sect had advanced to Golden Core, and it had even gained another Dharma Nascent Soul Chan Master.
If things turned too ugly today, damage to the Golden Scale Alliance's prestige would harm the Vajra Zen Sect's interests and affect Great Jin's view of the alliance.
They could suppress the Demon Lotus Sect, trample on it to vent some pent-up spite, and slowly nibble away at it, but they could not actually drive it away outright.
At least not before Qing Chen's fate was