Taoist Die walked casually in the sky and said, "Your challenge from afar suggests you're afraid I'll hunt down your grandmasters and you won't make it in time to stop me, right?"
His body was enveloped in white mist, his ordinary face calm and indifferent, with a sense of distance, saying, "I'm someone who yields to softness but not hardness. You provoke me, yet dream of changing my mind? Impossible!"
As he spoke, even his aura changed, transforming from ethereal, clear, and transcendental to sharp and strong, filled with an overwhelming pressure.
Black hair flying, Taoist Die's eyes were like a cold electric light, sending out terrifying waves from his center, shattering the heavy clouds above his head while the surrounding night fog dissipated.
He produced a sonic boom, disappearing from where he was, heading towards the nearest old grandmaster of the Yujing Camp.
Teleporting, he appeared at another location, and from a distance, thrust out a palm forward.
