"By my Dao Heart, I suppress this evil thunder."
"Purple Mansion, open—!"
Xuanzhen Ascendant roared furiously.
A celestial anomaly appeared. Several bolts of lightning roared like wild dragons, converging right above him.
Yet he seemed utterly unfazed.
The illusory image of his Purple Mansion, which had been on the verge of collapsing, solidified once more.
Qin Xuan couldn't help but scoff. 'You old bastard, you think you're opening your Purple Mansion by relying on your Dao Heart?'
'It's all thanks to the Qi Cultivation Disciples.'
On the plaza before the sect's main gate, vast swathes of Qi Cultivation Disciples were collapsing, vomiting blood. Then, a middle-aged Daoist would roar at them, forcing them back to their feet.
They were forced to swallow Pills and continue channeling their power.
Yet these two Foundation Establishment Daoists refused to enter the Array and contribute their own strength.
