If the Upanishad demi-saint couldn't step forward at that time, the situation would be completely in Dao Qiongcang's favor.
At the end of the day, Water Ghost's sanctification would end the game.
"Awesome!"
After he sent Elder Dao the Flamboyant flying with a punch, Xu Xiaoshou waved his fists in triumph around the Sleeping Valley. He felt even better than when he had sent Yan Wuse flying.
The power of a Holy Emperor's strike was basically as powerful as a Passive Fist.
Dao Qiongcang had never thought that Xu Xiaoshou's battle intelligence would be so high that he could even trick him so directly.
"Heh, in terms of combat, you really can't compare to your Divine Oracle!"
"You actually looked down on me like this. Did you really think I was that irrational?"
Xu Xiaoshou suppressed his excitement and felt the power of his Holy Emperor energy reserve surge. However, it felt as if the main force had already been spent and was about to weaken.
"There's no time..."
