When the swirling snow and mist dissipated.
A powerfully built figure was sent flying backward, carving a long trench through the paving stones!
Wei Changjiao, holding the Divine Shrine, still stood tall.
He had only thrown a single punch, a purple sheen glowing on his skin as he spoke:
"Old man, you've reached Great Success in Three Refinements. Wearing the Immortal Robe, you can withstand blades and axes, and you are Water and Fire Immune."
"But I, the Altar Master, have shattered the Three Limits. It's what you call Ghost God Avoidance—even Dao Skills cannot corrode me!"
"The sheer effort I've poured into this... and you? What do you amount to?"
"And you think you can subdue me?"
"Just because I was polite with you..."
"...doesn't mean I can't kill you!"
"The Incense and Candlelight has condensed. The Upper Deity's arrival as a Manifested Saint is now set in stone."
