Now was the time when the mystical clouds appeared, and all was silent. Hu Ma shouted deeply, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.
They turned their heads, only to see, under the rolling clouds above the Yan Mansion, a figure in a black robe with a smiling face mask striding to the rooftop.
Inside his body, his soul light gathered, revealing a Dharma Form with a blue face and fangs, fierce and malevolent, with four arms, surrounded by rolling evil qi, looking anything but benevolent.
In one hand, he held a Punishment Officer's Great Saber, and in the other, a white big seal. He walked on air, rushing directly into the cluster of mystical clouds, reaching out towards Old Master Yan, who floated amidst immortal qi.
"Light of body and spirit, the posture of an Immortal..."
"I am an Immortal, transcending the three realms, beyond the Five Elements. You mortal vessels, why not bow and lower your heads to receive immortal fate?"
