Above the ocean, Divine Soul True Monarch sat cross-legged on a giant gourd, his hands wrapped around his chest, his hair fluttering in the sea breeze.
His eyes were closed, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
The more he thought, the angrier and more restless he became.
After this battle, the prestige of the Holy Land would undoubtedly plummet. How could he not be furious?
Yet, he found it difficult to discern the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable's attitude towards the Seven-Star Spirit Realm.
For the time being, the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable seemed to bear no malice toward the Seven-Star Spirit Realm. Previously, Lin Jingxian had approached his own death, and Ji Xuanling had gone to the Supreme Sect without incident.
This time was the same, the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable only forced him back and did not attempt to kill him.
He couldn't tell whether the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable was wary of the Seven-Star Spirit Realm or had no intention of killing from the start.