Hou Niao carefully organized his response. In the Jinxiu Continent, his days of easy battle victories against others were gone. Only upon arriving in the universe did he realize he was nothing. Previously, there was Daoist Zhi Xuan, now it's Daoist Mu Fan, and who else would there be, he didn't know.
It was only today that he understood how fortunate he had been to kill Bao Xishan back then, but that incident had essentially exhausted all his luck, and now his true form was revealed.
He could only hope for a risky maneuver, a one-hit kill.
His opponent was obviously on guard against his desperate moves, testing the wisdom and patience of both sides.
The flying sword searched endlessly for the Daoist's trace, passing through flames, water curtains, soil barriers, golden shields, wooden walls... continuously colliding with the opponent's spells along the way, growing weaker each time, until it was forced to return to the Purple Mansion to regain strength.
