"This batch of disciples from Mount Qingcheng really hides dragons and crouching tigers!"
"With Su Chengyu dead, now there's another disciple who has mastered the 'Word Follows Law' spell."
Within the Four Holy Lands of Taoism, each with their unique doctrines, there is rivalry for supremacy.
Disciple of Mount Longhu and the Quanzhen Sect, upon seeing the traditionally weakest Mount Qingcheng suddenly produce two exceptional disciples, felt displeased.
"How formidable can they be? One is already dead, and this one today is bound to die without a doubt,"
said a disciple of Mount Longhu with a cold laugh.
The Golden Lion was surprised to see that these people had healed from their injuries in an instant.
"Such a powerful spell, but such a spell must surely rebound upon oneself. I'd like to see how many more times you can perform it,"
boomed the Golden Lion with a thunderous voice.
"Quick, run! We're no match for the Golden Lion."
