The Whiteclothed Venerable’s current state was terrible. He already had to pay the price for executing a secret technique and was now heavily injured by Lin Yun. Even if he wasn’t crippled, improving his cultivation for the next few years would be hard. It might even be a problem if he could step into the Saint Realm someday.

When the Whiteclothed Venerable returned to his human form, he laid on the ground twitching while being covered in blood, mourning in pain. But since he could mourn in pain, he was still alive.

Lin Yun merely glanced at the Whiteclothed Venerable, wanting to take the latter’s life.

“Stop!” This drastically changed the Orangeclothed Venerable’s face as his facial expression became sinister, dashing at Lin Yun.

Seeing this, Lin Yun could only fend off the Orangeclothed Venerable’s attack and retreat ten-odd meters away, cautiously watching the latter.

Zhao Tianyu took a step forth and came over to the Whiteclothed Venerable. He took a pill and stuffed it into the latter’s mouth before pouring his saint aura. It didn’t take long for the Whiteclothed Venerable to recover from some of his injuries, but he was...