"You old bastard, you still want to enter the Ancestral Court of Taoism? As if Mount Longhu will ever accept such a person. Don’t even think about escaping!" the black yak roared from behind.
He flung the violet copper blade at Schiller. With a loud droning sound, the saber tore through the air at several times the speed of sound.
In the distance, White Tiger and Lushiyun were dumbfounded. The great Schiller who was once able to shake the world was now in such a miserable condition. He was being hunted down with no place to run.
Yamen had totally lost hope and just sat there limply. Even the great Schiller had lost so badly. Who else would come to save him? Previously, he had been walking arrogantly all over the Eastern lands, but now things weren’t looking so good.
Schiller’s footsteps faltered as he approached Mount Longhu; he felt the danger within this place.
Chi!
