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He bellowed furiously:
"This Poor Daoist is not a demon! What is the meaning of this!"
"I am a Golden Immortal of the Human Race! I have been summoned by Emperor Xuanyuan!"
"Nonsense! Stand back!"
Suddenly, a long sigh was heard from above.
A crack opened in the firmament, and an elderly man in a pale blue robe with silvery white hair stepped out from the rift, looking down at the masked Daoist below.
This senior Daoist showed a pitying expression and sighed:
"Absurd! How many lives have you taken, harming so many of your own kind? Your capture is in the name of divine justice! Surrender now!"
The masked Daoist looked up, and upon seeing the old man, he stopped shouting and remained still, sighing deeply as if resigned to his fate.
Six Golden Immortal warriors hastened the contraction of the barrier, one tossing out a demon-binding rope, turning the masked Daoist into a tied-up bundle.
