The battle between two Mahayana Stage experts was a magnificent spectacle. Countless cultivators looked up at the sky, wanting to see Bai Hongtu one last time. Bai Hongtu was beaten quite miserably.
In front of Jiang Li, his nine years of Mahayana Stage cultivation were approximately equal to zero.
“This grand-disciple of mine is not very capable. If it were me, what difficulty would there be in defeating the strong as the weak?” the Dao Ancestor said with complete confidence.
The Confucian Sage glanced at the Dao Ancestor. He remembered that the Dao Ancestor had said the same thing back when he fought the Divine Repository Venerable, and then he was beaten to death by the Divine Repository Venerable. Jiang Li did not truly use a killing blow.
He was merciful and soft-hearted, barely leaving Bai Hongtu alive.
“Ouch, it hurts so much…”
Bai Hongtu lay on the ground, playing the victim.
“Let me tell you all about what I’ve encountered these past few years.”
Hearing this, Bai Hongtu stopped playing the victim and quickly recovered from his injuries. Yu Yin, Changcun Xianweng, the Red Dust Fairy, the Confucian Sage, and the Dao Ancestor all gathered around. Only Ji Zhi was an exception.