When the Chaos Dharma Form appeared in the world, Di Feng, who had transformed into a Pixiu, changed his expression. He looked at the Chaos Dharma Form in a daze, his eyes almost popping out.
"Yang God, you've actually cultivated the Yang God, how is this possible, you're clearly just in the Taoist Platform Realm."
Di Feng's originally proud mindset slightly collapsed. He thought he was only dealing with a Taoist Platform Realm devil, only to realize upon exchanging blows that the opponent's shell contained a Yang God.
"Who said that only the Purple Mansion can cultivate the Yang God."
Su Jie sneered twice, not giving Di Feng any chance to babble further.
The winged Chaos Dharma Form's lone eye rotated, locking onto Di Feng. The lone eye blinked slightly.
Boom!
Endless pure white brilliance filled the view, threads of light seemingly purifying the troubled world. Faintly, one could hear the holy sound of the Tao, inducing a desire to bow and submit.
