Yang Qingshan's battle intent was intense. He took the lead and slashed towards the Red-haired Taoist!
"Are you using my hand to disperse the Dao?"
The Red-haired Taoist's eyes were cold and penetrating, having seen through certain truths, he laughed furiously and said,
"Such skill! First disperse the Dao, then harmonize with the Dao! Even at the cost of having no next life, being imprisoned eternally, you still want to fight me?!"
"Come, I want to see how capable you four Pseudo-Saints are. Even if you were True Saints, I have slaughtered many!"
With his vision, he could see their special situation at a glance.
They dispersed their own Dao Fruits, then harmonized with the Great Universe, reluctantly stepping into the realm of True Saints by borrowing its power.
To call them True Saints would be flattering; they are merely Pseudo-Saints borrowing the power of the Great Universe, barely possessing the position of True Saints.
