Sometimes life is like this;
Many things don’t depend on whether you want them, but on whether you can.
Just as Daoist Wang’s identity was exposed, Elder Zhihui in the distance reacted instantly.
The might of a Golden Immortal erupted from her as she raised a hand and pointed toward Wang Jixuan.
“He’s trouble! Seize him!”
Two dark-cult Heavenly Immortals below surged forward, accelerating to full force.
The nine dark-cult Heaven Immortals on the cloud-ladder above were half a beat slow.
Before they could properly move to block, Wang Jixuan’s figure sliced past them and shot straight for the twenty-fourth level!
The cloud-ladder itself carried a sword-qi pressure; to leap levels meant enduring many times the strain of normal climbing.
But Wang Jixuan had not rushed recklessly—he had calculated.
His upward speed suddenly slackened, like a fish swimming upstream and about to leap the dragon gate.
Those pursuing below likewise found their ascent slowing.
Two of the dark-cult Heavenly Immortals sent by Elder Zhihui reached the twenty-second level and suddenly had their cultivation interrupted by the ladder’s sword-qi; their bodies pitched down and slammed toward the sea.
Wang Jixuan’s other-soul puppet, however, was protected by a strand of sword-intent.