Fortunately, the Divine Monarch Qi Xian, his Dao companion, also intervened in time. Throwing the silk ribbon in his hand, it instantly wrapped around the pillar of the Dao Palace forming a giant silk net, which ensnared the Divine Monarch Chi Zhu layer by layer, preventing him from tumbling out with his buttocks over his head and losing all face.
"Whew... whew... such skill... whew..."
Barely stabilizing himself, Divine Monarch Chi Zhu was already chilled to the bone, his face turning blue and purple with frost covering his eyebrows, and he kept gasping for breath.
Li Qingyun just stood there with his hands in his sleeves, watching him and then glancing at the other Divine Monarchs who were on high alert. Seeing that they had no intention of making a move, he turned his head to ask Sun Dezheng,
"With my humble abilities, is it possible to compete for a pair of Treasure Swords and become a protector of a nation?"
Sun Dezheng nodded,
