Chen Yang Makes His Move

Chen Yang was deeply puzzled. He could not understand what the Secret Realm Divine Being was doing.

After going to such lengths to gather so many Immortal Dao cultivators inside the Heavenly Palace, did she intend to send them all crashing to their deaths?

Just as he was racking his brains over it, his strand of consciousness followed the divine power to the top of the Heavenly Palace.

With the two sides locked in fierce combat there, Chen Yang's faint consciousness lasted only an instant before it vanished amid the flashing light of their techniques.

But in that brief instant, he saw what was happening in that space.

A golden ring blazed with light as one Daoist art after another took shape around it, all striking upward.

At a glance, not a single art was repeated. The Void Stepping Old Monster's mastery of Daoist arts was astonishing.

His opponent appeared to him as nothing more than a Glazed Treasure Robe. From Chen Yang's vantage point, however, the Crimson Spiritual Body was plain to see.

And the power behind the abilities she wielded was the power of divine arts, something Chen Yang knew all too well.

"Tsk. That old monster really couldn't wait. He left all those opportunities in the Heavenly Palace untouched and came straight for the Divine Being."

One look was enough for Chen Yang to see how dire the situation was.

The Secret Realm Divine Being had clearly fallen behind. She was no match for Nangong Jinghe, and if the fight continued like this, she had no chance of winning.

Chen Yang had expected as much. Old Monster Nangong had come thoroughly prepared.

Against an elder of the Ancient God Path who placed such faith in the power of the Divine Dao, he was bound to have plenty