"The Old Taoist has always had doubts, how exactly did you manage to elevate your cultivation to the realm of the Heavenly Dao in one fell swoop?" With an overwhelming aura surging throughout his body, with every gesture exuding endless might, Li Qingming was being observed by Wu Ming Taoist whose aged voice began to resonate: "Now it seems, it is but a matter of the main soul splitting into fragments! Very well, let's resolve this quickly and finish you off!"
"Big talk is easy to come by, you let me slip away not once but twice, aren't these words slapping your own face?" Li Qingming's face showed solemnity; the archaic Qiankun Tripod twinkled with a bright greenish light, as it emerged into existence.
The Old Taoist seemed to be pained by Li Qingming's pointed words, and without uttering another word, he lightly beckoned with his hand.
"Whoosh"
