The Tide Turned and All Scattered; the Flood Dragon Fell Beneath the World-Sealing Ruler

It's not your turn to die!

Golden Mother Primordial Lord's near-dismissive insult left Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord burning with shame and anger. What did she mean, it wasn't his turn to die yet? Was fighting Daoist Lord Kaiyuan the same as rushing to throw his life away?

Yet as he looked at the ten sword lights around him, each pouring out destruction and murderous force without restraint, his eyes filled with wariness.

Golden Mother Primordial Lord's Nine-Light Primordial Venerable Sword was no easy thing to withstand. The Yaochi Orthodox Method was one of the most orthodox inheritances of the Xuanmen Orthodox Sect. Unlike the methods of other Great Thousand Worlds, the Kunlun World's Yaochi Orthodox Method had been passed down from generation to generation, with a successor taking it up each epoch. Every female immortal who governed Kunlun's Yaochi in her epoch was honored as the Yaochi Primordial Lord.

Only heaven knew how powerful a method passed down through countless epochs had become as each generation refined and renewed it.

Even so, despite the destruction radiating from those ten sword lights—enough to make the hair of a Pure Yang mighty figure stand on end—Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord had no intention of stopping.

If he stood by and watched Daoist Lord Kaiyuan slay Flood Dragon Great Sage, leaving only himself and Great Sage Zhuyan, what chance of survival would remain?

Thus, without exchanging a word, Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord and Great Sage Zhuyan had already reached an understanding.

In an instant, metal rang and blazing, molten heat flooded the chaos. The Crimson-Gold Cosmic Staff appeared from nowhere, as though forged from molten gold and iron. Great Sage Zhuyan seized it and smashed it straight down at Daoist Lord Qiongyun's head.

Daoist Lord Qiongyun remained unhurried. He gave the feather fan in his hand a