Seeing that only he and Pei Su Su remained, Zhao Jiuge let out a sigh of relief. When Lin Bo Re first appeared, he pretended to be calm, but he was very nervous. 

Now that the matter had been resolved and a fight hadn’t broken out between the two women, he felt very fortunate. Just thinking about when they were ready to fight, fear crept up his spine.

Thinking about the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass, Zhao Jiuge threw aside all other things and was filled with joy. With the help of the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass, his Sanskrit Divine Boldy would take a qualitative leap.

Back then, by chance, he was able to create the Sanskrit Divine Palm, which caused the light around his palm to become more dazzling. Then, with the help of the Arhat Divine Fruit, he was able to cultivate both arms as well. He didn’t know what kind of change the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass would bring.

“Su Su, let us go. If those old fellows from the Giant Sword Sect really come, it will be troublesome. Let us find a safe place to recover, then I can consume the Seven-Colored Flowing Light grass and cultiva...