The Barbarian Emperor remained silent. Since a price had been paid, something had to be gained today; otherwise, it would be a great loss.
But Ning Qi's expression was calm as he searched for the right moment.
The Innate Divine Sword Qi would either not strike, or if it did, it must achieve merit.
The colorful radiance of the Glazed Treasure Tree occasionally fell, like sharp blades, precisely slicing through the Taoist Palace encountered on its path. The guests were shocked, retreating again and again. Buddha Baoshu was already burning with anger and paid no heed to anything else.
Taoist Baishan, seeing this, became furious.
"Fine, fine, fine! Let's see whose foundation is deeper!"
An aura surged from his body, and Spirit Blood was about to condense. Ning Qi frowned slightly, preparing to take action; he was merely waiting for the right opportunity. However, if Taoist Baishan had to pay a hefty price to confront the enemy, it would be a great loss.
