Above Sha Huang Mountain, countless dusters transformed into white beams, sweeping majestically downwards.
Even Master Xueqing had to retreat a hundred zhang to avoid the beams of dusters.
Yet, when Master Xueqing retreated a hundred zhang, the beam pursued a hundred zhang.
This caused Master Xueqing's face to flush with anger; he raised his hand, and the Demon Shadow Spear returned, instantly splitting into three, then into nine, stabbing splendid spear flowers into the void.
All the dusters turned into white light before the spear flowers, dissipating completely.
"Zifu the Daoist, your lifespan is running short, are you sure you want to meddle in this matter?" Master Xueqing glanced at the void, where a cultivator in a purple robe, holding a flying sword, was poised to strike.
