The Purple Sky Divine Thunder comes from Wu Ji, vast and unending.
The terrifying strength gradually spreads, hovering directly above the heavenly vault, as if the Heavenly Dao is about to unleash its fury at any moment.
"Daoist Hong Jun, I advise you not to act recklessly, otherwise we cannot guarantee the safety of Daoist Yang Mei."
Xuanqing looked at Hong Jun and said, "You've witnessed the power of the Heavenly Creation Axe; one swing of it and you'll have to bid farewell to your brothers."
"The great undertaking of the Immortal Dao or the bonds of life and death, which is more important? Daoist, weigh it carefully."
"Indeed!"
Luo Hou looked at Hong Jun with a smile.
"My God Slaying Spear has already slain thirteen Da Luo, adding one more won't make a difference!"
Yang Mei: "..."
What exactly happened here?
Am I, the proud Ancestor of the Immortal Dao and Da Luo Supreme, suddenly turned into a hostage?
Does this make sense?
