Dragon Map's soul scattered and dissipated.
It was utterly without suspense. Even though he had a few trump cards left, all his struggles were futile under the oppressive Position of a Perfected Lord.
Lü Yang then waved his hand.
His motion was as casual as brushing away a speck of dust. Demon Subduing Zhenren's figure instantly vanished, as if he had never been there at all.
As for the Ten Emperor Venerable, he had supported them with his own blood, after all. Lü Yang, being a benevolent person, didn't intend to kill them. He took out the Righteous Banner and transformed it into an Immortal Sect gate that stood in the air. Once these Emperor Venerables willingly became Banner Spirits, with him protecting their True Spirits, it could be considered a form of eternal life.
"Sigh, I'm just too righteous."
Having done all this, Lü Yang turned his gaze to the palace complex before him. After a moment's thought, he entered the same pavilion Demon Subduing Zhenren had emerged from.
