The sage was running through the chaos, his brows furrowed. He looked back and saw Hu Le, who was relentlessly pursuing him and getting closer and closer.
He cursed inwardly, "That damned bastard! He's gone too far, daring to chase me all the way into this chaos."
At this moment, the sage knew that the situation was critical and there was no room for hesitation. He gritted his teeth and mobilized all the magical power in his body without hesitation.
In an instant, a dazzling seven-colored immortal light emanated from his body, and the magical power within him burned like a raging fire.
As the magical power surged wildly, the saint's speed in the chaos suddenly increased several levels, and he sped into the depths of the chaos like lightning.
However, just as he had sprinted forward for a considerable distance, a sudden change occurred!
The originally calm and flowing chaotic airflow was suddenly stirred up by an invisible force and began to spread violently in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the deepest part of the chaos—it was Hu Le!
"not good!"
When the road ahead was blocked, the sage was suddenly jolted, and his face instantly turned ashen.
He made a quick decision, pushed off with his feet, and shot backward.
At the same time, his figure transformed into a dazzling stream of light in an instant, shooting backward at an astonishing speed.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!"
Upon seeing this, Hu Le let out a soft shout and suddenly shook the bamboo staff he was holding.
With a "whoosh," an arc-shaped blade of air suddenly shot out from the tip of the staff.
This blade of energy, resembling a crescent moon, shimmered with a chilling purple light. With an incomparably sharp momentum, it tore through the chaotic space with unstoppable force, flying straight towards the rapidly retreating saint.
Although the saint was trying his best to retreat, the purple energy blade was simply too fast and too fierce.
In the blink of an eye, he felt a blur before his eyes, and a dazzling purple light shot in front of him.
At the critical moment, the sage flipped his hand, and a snow-white whisk appeared out of thin air in his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the whisk instantly lashed out like a serpent emerging from its hole, fiercely slashing towards the oncoming purple blade of energy.
A deafening "boom" resounded, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
In an instant, the entire chaotic space seemed to tremble violently, as if its foundation had been shaken by an irresistible force.
The whisk, carrying unparalleled power, slammed into the purple energy blade with the force of a thunderbolt.
It should be noted that this purple energy blade is no ordinary object; it was formed from the Primordial Divine Light of the Primordial Chaos and contains the power of the Supreme Dao.
Its killing power is so sharp that even the primordial chaos sword energy that split the heavens and earth would pale in comparison.
When the two collided, a tremendous energy surge erupted instantly.
The boundless energy spread out like a surging torrent, stirring up the already chaotic air currents around it, causing chaos and upheaval.
At the same time, the saint let out a muffled groan, clearly having suffered a tremendous impact.
His body was involuntarily thrown backward, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
However, before he could regain his footing, Hu Le's figure flashed past like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had caught up with the saint.
Hu Le lightly raised his bamboo cane, seemingly slow and weak, but in reality, it contained immense power.
With a swing of his arm, the bamboo staff whistled as it slammed down on the saint.
In the midst of the chaos, the saint was greatly alarmed and hurriedly raised his whisk again to parry.
With another muffled thud, the bamboo staff and the whisk collided violently.
This time, the impact was much stronger than before, and the surrounding chaotic space trembled.
The saint's face suddenly turned ashen, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
In that instant, he clearly felt an unimaginably powerful and tyrannical force of the Great Dao surging towards him along the bamboo staff opposite him.
This force, unstoppable, surged into his body like a torrent bursting its banks, through the whisk.
This domineering and unparalleled power surged wildly within his body, destroying meridians and causing his blood and qi to churn wherever it passed, causing him unbearable pain.
The sage felt his insides burning with rage and tried his best to control the rampaging power, but all his efforts were in vain.
The whisk in his hand trembled violently under the impact of this terrifying power, and suddenly burst out with a dazzling light. Then, accompanied by a deafening roar, it exploded into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
At the same time, the saint uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his whole body flew backward as if he had been hit hard.
However, Hu Le clearly had no intention of giving up.
He raised his bamboo staff high again, and with a sharp whistling sound, swung it down fiercely towards the saint who was already powerless to fight back.
As the bamboo staff, imbued with boundless power, was about to strike down on his head, despair filled the sage's eyes.
He no longer cared about saving face or dignity, and cried out in a loud voice, "Fellow Daoist! I surrender! Please, have mercy and spare my life!"
Upon hearing the sage's earnest plea, Hu Le's hands paused slightly, and a hint of a smile flashed in his empty, lonely eyes.
But only a moment later, he snorted coldly, dissipated some of the power of the Great Dao on the bamboo staff, and then continued to swing the bamboo staff at the saint without hesitation.
A muffled thud was heard as the bamboo staff struck the saint squarely.
The poor, once high and mighty saint was now being beaten and tumbled through the air like a rag doll.
After tumbling several times, it crashed heavily into a mass of chaotic energy, scattering the chaotic energy in all directions.
However, despite his current disheveled state, he was not actually seriously injured, entirely due to Hu Le's leniency.
The sage was naturally well aware of this.
He tumbled several times in the chaos, looking extremely disheveled, and then it took him a great deal of effort to barely regain his balance.
He then immediately began to silently circulate his own magical power, doing his utmost to suppress the rampaging and chaotic power of the Great Dao within his body.
At the same time, he bowed deeply to Hu Le and said with a bitter smile, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your mercy in sparing my life..."
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