Immediately, the essence of the Golden Light Spell flashed through his mind.
"Heaven and Earth Mysterious Sect, the root of all Qi; broadly cultivated for billions of calamities, proving my Divine Powers."
Under the true meaning of the Golden Light Spell, his Qi-Blood felt as solid as iron, unshakable.
At the same time, he transformed his fist into a finger, aiming a lethal strike at the old Daoist's brow.
"The Innate Finger of the Quanzhen Dao." A thought flashed through the old Daoist's mind.
Puchi!
The old Daoist's body deflated like a pricked bubble, rapidly withering, leaving behind a wrinkled Daoist Talisman.
Xu Qing did not pursue further; led by Bai Ling, he returned to his own naval vessel.
At the same time, the Dongming Princess turned the warship around, quickly retreating.
Darkness swiftly faded, and the retreat horn sounded from the East Sea Gang's warships.
At this moment, the East Sea Gang had already suffered heavy losses.
