“Everyone!”0

Dark radiance surged from Tuoba Chongyuan’s body. He appeared especially luminous within the formation formed by the great seal. The spear in his hand emitted a fearsome edge. 0

Quan Yi’s expression turned grim, his heart cold as ice, as he shouted, “So that's your skill! Not even a hundred exchanges and you’ve already resorted to this dharma artifact! How insidious… If you intended to kill us from the start, you needn’t have gone through all this!”0

Tuoba Chongyuan remained calm and simply said, “You jest, Fellow Daoist. The Purple Mansion Realm cultivators outside Shengle Heaven are treacherous and the Maha terrifying. As with all things, caution must come first. Treating every encounter as a life-or-death struggle is the way to preserve one's life.”1

His expression grew solemn, and his words caused everyone’s expressions...0