The large sleeves of Withered Bones' Daoist robe billowed like a gale, and his single hand was already above Ji Jingqiu's head.
In the distance.
The Misty True Saint raised a finger and pointed. He couldn't possibly just watch Ji Jingqiu being subdued by the other party.
The True Saint of the Yuanshen Sect felt a bit of regret. Is it really over? It's rare to see someone below a True Saint counterattacking a True Saint, especially when it's just a newly ascended True Saint.
At this moment.
A flame ignited between the palm of Withered Bones!
"You...?!"
The enraged voice of Withered Bones echoed out,
"Are you a disciple of the Primordial Palace, or under the Red Lotus Realm Master?"
"Otherwise, how could you possibly evoke the power of the Karmic Fire?!"
This questioning caused a shock in the hearts of those around, their gaze fixated on the seemingly flicker-away flame in Withered Bones' hand.
All the sins of the world on one's shoulders, thus becoming Karmic Fire.
