The moment that hand descended, a warning siren erupted like a volcano in the depths of Mo Shou Master's Dao Heart!
He had no time to ponder how his opponent had escaped his sure-kill array.
Instinctively, he was about to activate his life-saving Secret Technique to break free from this fatal, point-blank contact.
But in the instant his Magical Power was about to circulate, his Heart and Spirit violently shaken—
SWOOSH!
The sharp sound of something tearing through the air rang out from the side.
A streak of Escape Light, its aura profound and its Talismanic Intent pure, tore through the dead silence and chaotic Spiritual Mechanism of the valley at astonishing speed, arriving in a flash.
It revealed a familiar figure dressed in the Flowing Cloud Daoist Robe of Nine Kings Mountain!
It was Xuan Ping Master!
Mo Shou Master's taut nerves suddenly relaxed. A cry for help and a warning were already on the tip of his tongue:
"Senior Brother Xuan Ping! Help me!
