No Choice

"Wind!"

"I'll spit you to death!"

In the wilderness, Zhang Xuezhou began to simulate casting a spell, while Wu Chao imitated Venerable Wenhuang spewing plague poison from her mouth.

The two remained at a stalemate for several minutes before Zhang Xuezhou cried out, "Ah!" to show that the Technique Method in his hands had collapsed.

"Yufeng actually shaved himself to death," Venerable Black Mountain said with a sigh.

"The moment I saw that skeleton with all its flesh shaved away, I knew he was responsible. I just never expected the move he usually used on others to be turned on himself in the end," Venerable White Bone said.

"This is truly a loss for the Sacred Land!"

"How tragic!"

Venerable Black Mountain and Venerable White Bone both sighed, feeling that love was a harmful thing, and that obsessive love was even worse.

A person's wisdom in matters of the heart did not grow clearer with age, nor did it change with the strength of their cultivation.

Anyone who had never experienced romantic love was a novice in such matters.

Indeed, because cultivators possessed such strength, disputes between them could all too easily bring about irreversible disasters.

In a short span of time, five venerables of the Yedie River Holy Land had died. The two venerables lamented the fickleness of the world; the changes of just a few days were like seas turning into mulberry fields.

But these were changes, after all, and they would not bring down the towering tree that was the Yedie River Holy Land.

No Sacred Land or imperial court had ever collapsed because a few experts or court officials died.

A dynasty's foundations lay in its vast territories and countless subjects, while a Sacred Land's foundation lay in its master.

As long as the Dao Lord