A few breaths later, Shen Xuan was three zhang behind him.
This distance, for high-tier cultivators, was already within reach!
"Fellow cultivator, spare..."
Ling Baoshi's voice for mercy was only halfway shouted.
Shen Xuan's face was cold, a huge claw with mysterious blue dragon scales fiercely grabbed towards the dark golden sword rainbow ahead!
...
A few hours later.
A hurried sound of breaking through the air came.
A Myriad Phenomena Daoist Palace's standard flying ship swooped down rapidly and landed precisely near the hill where Shen Xuan's magical combat took place.
The flying ship hovered, the door opened.
More than ten figures agilely leaped down, quickly spreading out, faintly forming an encircling inspection stance.
The two leading, with heavy and condensed aura, and sharp eyes like an eagle, were surprisingly of True Pill Realm cultivation.
The rest were all skilled at the Foundation Establishment middle to late stage.
