For a time, the yellow-robed Daoist was left with only a small piece of floating ice, three feet square beneath him, carrying his body as it continued to drift.
Faced with the mountain-shifting, sea-overturning attacks all around him, the yellow-robed Daoist merely lifted his eyelids slightly before closing his eyes again.
At that moment, a majestic voice suddenly rang out from the sky.
"True Lord Qianzhong, isn't your Five Elements Sect capable of borrowing the power of heaven and earth's five elements? Why aren't you borrowing it now? Let's see how long you can endure in this world where the five elements have been severed. Why not give up resisting? I can let you die more pleasantly. What do you say?"
If Li Yan had been there, he would have recognized at a glance that the yellow-robed Daoist sitting cross-legged upon the floating ice was True Lord Qianzhong—the man who had once saved his life, whose appearance was exactly the same as that formed by that wisp of Divine Thought!
Only, True Lord Qianzhong now looked somewhat haggard, utterly exhausted.
Hearing this, True Lord Qianzhong did not open his eyes. His calm voice drifted from his mouth.
"If you want to trap me to death, you must first have the ability. Ever since your Yin-Yang Chaos Sect was founded, haven't you always wanted to press us beneath your feet?
"Hehehe... Come to think of it, generation after generation, it seems we have already slain six of your Tribulation Transcendence Realm grand elders, haven't we? Dead beyond any hope of death. Tsk, tsk, tsk... those were true body-and-soul annihilations! Hehehe..."
Only then did True Lord Qianzhong slightly raise his eyelids. He cast a sidelong glance toward some point in the sky above, his eyes brimming with mockery.
"Hmph! Qian Zhong, if