Dragon Stirs

Yuanming Waters.

Three immortal lights sped beneath the water, soon arriving at the ruins of an island sunken below the surface.

The leading immortal light halted, revealing a beautiful Daoist nun clad in black-and-white robes and holding a whisk.

Jade Marvel Immortal Maiden looked toward the two immortal lights behind her and said unhappily, "Fellow Daoist Yan, Fellow Daoist Wang, could you move faster?"

After Fu Henghua and Dongfang Yunqi discussed matters, they immediately sent word to the seniors of the Immortal Dao.

The Tribulation Immortals moved swiftly. Two Tribulation Immortals from the Purple Sovereign Pavilion joined forces with Jade Marvel Immortal Maiden of the Two Forms Dao, determined to slaughter every last devil.

"Don't rush. Is a mere pack of devil-path Grandmasters worth the three of us treating them so seriously?"

Holding a treasure mirror, Yan Chongxing watched the Hundred Flowers Island broadcast as he replied.

Within the mirror, disciples of Myriad Forms Palace had formed the Six Harmonies Sword Formation and were battling Li Wenxian. Before long, Li Wenxian could not withstand their combined assault and could only retreat in disgrace.

"Ah— the Dao-Sword Lineage has fallen behind. Another sword blossom has been snatched away."

Yan Chongxing was secretly anxious. He had placed a heavy wager on the Dao-Sword Lineage in Bai Cang's underground betting pool.

Though Wang Yan was not watching the broadcast, he was plainly just as displeased with the various devil-path hall masters.

"They really picked a fine day."

The immortals had originally been happily enjoying the spectacle of the sword cultivators. Then the devil path had secretly gathered dragon souls, planning to make some great disturbance. Were they trying to smash the Immortal Dao's stage?

The three stood before the ruins. With a sweep of her whisk, the Immortal Maiden shattered countless hidden restrictions,