The gates to the Secret Realm swung wide open. Wang Xiu stood amidst the light and shadows, his eyes sparkling, his body surrounded by a rising radiant light as auspicious colors burst forth.
He seemed like a deity descending to the mortal world.
"Senior Brother Wang Xiu!"
"Junior Brother!"
"Big Brother!"
"..."
The chosen ones were overjoyed, and the place suddenly became bustling.
"Wang Xiu, you..." Zhang Yunting stepped forward, sizing up Wang Xiu. He hesitated to speak, his gaze filled with doubt and surprise.
"Holy Ancestor, I have suppressed that demon!" Wang Xiu smiled, spread his arms, and streams of rosy light burst forth.
Upon hearing this, the Saints could hardly believe it. Despite all their efforts over more than a year, they had been unable to expel Guba from Wang Xiu's body.
Wang Xiu, all by himself, had actually suppressed that demon in just over a month?
