The robes billowed, and Qi Xiu's thoughts slightly stirred. The Cloud Seal Suppressing Talismans suspended all around him suddenly shone brightly.
Over a thousand chains of suppression swept out like angry dragons from the deep abyss, tumultuous as the overturning of rivers and seas, attacking the white-haired old man.
Once the Suppression Talisman Seal Skill was activated, the lush peach grove with its gently swaying Immortal Peaches also stretched out. Stout peach branches, like the spread fingers of a giant hand, met the descending golden chains head-on.
The two forces collided violently.
The golden chains entangled with the peach branches. The Immortal Peaches hanging on the branches shattered, their clear, translucent juice emitting squealing noises upon contact with the golden chains, as if they were living creatures.
Witnessing this bizarre scene, Qi Xiu's gaze grew even colder. As I thought, a heretic.
