Yang Jian: Master, are you the strongest Saint?

"Damn it."

"We've been played!"

Jieyin sighed. "Junior Brother, the real violet qi is still within the Three Pure Ones' formation."

Zhunti looked toward the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, his expression shifting unpredictably.

"If we don't act now, we truly won't have another chance."

Jieyin frowned.

"But the Immortal Slaying Formation..."

Zhunti gritted his teeth. "There's no need to break the formation."

"We only need to disrupt it for an instant."

"As long as the violet qi leaves the sword formation, everyone can rely on their own abilities."

Jieyin fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.

The rise of the West was an obsession they could not let go of.

With the Primordial Violet Qi before them, even taking a risk was worth a try.

Di Jun had also noticed the intentions of the Two Saints of the West.

A glint flashed through his eyes as he transmitted to Emperor Taiyi, "Prepare yourself."

A cold curve lifted at Emperor Taiyi's lips.

"This should have happened long ago."

He held the Chaos Bell in his palm, and the sun, moon, and stars emerged across its surface.

Seeing the Demon Race make a move, the Wu Clan experts also began gathering their strength.

"The Demon Race is moving."

"Then we can't just stand around either."

"Who cares who gets the violet qi? Beat up the Demon Race first!"

The Wu Clan had always been straightforward in their thinking.

If your Demon Race wanted to seize it, then we'd fight you.

The violet qi could be set aside for now.

Fists had to land first.

Thus, the situation, already stretched to its limit, finally erupted.

Zhunti was the first to act.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swept out billions of rays of Buddha Light, striking toward a corner of the Immortal Slaying