Soft persimmons are easy to squeeze.
The Qilin old ancestor, who knows whether he failed to resurrect or has taken a wrong path, retains only a ghostly shadow of his Divine God Soul. To slay him is akin to breaking two Great Powers.
The Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor strikes with a palm.
A soft sigh is heard from the Tao Master beside: "Fellow Daoist, the reason I didn't kill your Third earlier was for fear of appearing too strong. The Yuan's finger wouldn't dare to reveal itself. Could you please not underestimate me like this?"
After all, he is the Guiwang Mountain Tao Lord!
It is clear that even the Four Spirits would follow his lead! Thai Zu listens to his arrangements!
Do they really think he doesn't exist?
As the Taoist Ancestor speaks, a phantom of a hairpin emerges from his body, slipping out from his dao crown and disappearing.
The Tao Master's presence surges instantly, and not only his, but the Yellow Bull he rides on surges in presence as well.
