Old Grudges with an Old Acquaintance

Two life-or-death gambles had won Yang Lingrui sufficient odds of victory in this Dao Contest, which had originally seemed hopeless.

With his own Immortal Venerable lending a push from the side, he won this round without any real danger.

Once the Dao Contest's outcome had been decided, this illusion gradually dissolved.

After the wind formation lowered its banners and silenced its drums, Yang Lingrui appeared, holding the unconscious True Person Juesheng aloft in one hand.

His present condition resembled Bai Songran's back then. Defeat in the Dao Contest had not immediately claimed his life, but it had left him in a state much like losing his soul.

"Senior, go well."

Pfft!

Divine Wind entered his body, and True Person Juesheng's form abruptly shattered.

At first, when Chen Yang saw that Yang Lingrui had not acted, he thought Yang Lingrui had developed a feeling of mutual admiration for True Person Juesheng and wished to spare his life. It seemed he had truly overthought it.

This was the Yang Clan's killing star. How could he possibly hesitate over such a matter?

When handling outside affairs, Yang Lingrui's foremost consideration had always been how to eliminate every hidden danger for his family.

As for whether this man still had any value to exploit, or whether he might serve some other purpose, such matters never entered his considerations.

"Thank you for your assistance, Immortal Venerable. I must trouble you to employ your divine ability and turn this place into the aftermath of a bitter battle, with the evil cultivator fleeing in escape."

After ending the man's life, Yang Lingrui took out Chen Yang's avatar, bowed to it, and requested the use of a divine ability.

"Granted."

Chen Yang gathered True Person Juesheng's Primordial Spirit into his body, then drove true essence into motion and