At this moment, the Saint Master loosened his grip on the sword in midair.
The dazzling wings of light behind him vanished instantly.
And the Saint Master's figure abruptly plummeted down!
The Nine Yang Bell remained in the sky, its five layers of protective barriers resisting the Heavenly Star!
"From the start, he never intended to withstand the falling Heavenly Star head-on, but planned to exhaust my power and ultimately target me?"
Kui Su the old wolf's pupils shrank, suddenly understanding the Saint Master's intent.
In the end, he relied on his age and underestimated this young Saint Master.
If his opponent were the Heavenly Gate Master, he would never be this careless.
Though he was careless, he wasn't entirely without means.
As the Saint Master drew closer, he opened his mouth to inhale.
Countless streams of light converged from all directions.
It was the residual starlight scattered during the initial battle, now being collected entirely by him.
"Too late!"
