The smoke of battle didn't touch the expanse of sky.
Chan Xi raised his palm upward, as if lifting the dome of heaven, dazzling lightning turned the cloud layer blue, revealing the Eighth Level of Dao Foundation cultivation.
"Gu, how about we just exchange three moves? If you can block my Five Thunders Skill within three moves, you win."
His handsome face showed a color of helplessness, like a sect's senior brother who was easy to talk to, feeling a headache for a disobedient junior brother.
The cost of forcible persuasion was immense; if Three Pure Mountain really intended to crash into Jianmu, they would have to act together for a long period, perhaps a hundred years, maybe a thousand, or even thousands of years.
Chan Xi did not want their relationship to become too stiff.
Moreover, he had an additional level of Dao foundation, the Eighth Level that was for the dharma form.
