"So, Saint Jieyin, Is This the Extent of Your Power?"

Haotian had played him for a fool, and he could not swallow that bitter insult.

Since the Heavenly Court had already withdrawn, he had no reason to care about its heavenly laws and decrees.

Today, he would teach the Mystic Gate of the East that a Saint could not be humiliated!

His gaze passed over the Pangu Banner in Guangchengzi's hand and ignored the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation behind Yunxiao before settling on Xuandu.

"Xuandu, you brat."

Jieyin's voice was bone-chilling, without a trace of compassion left.

"If your Senior Disciple Brother Niu Ben had come in person, even I might have been somewhat wary."

"But you? A junior who hasn't even touched the threshold of Hunyuan dares act so insolently before me?"

As his words fell, the full weight of his Saintly pressure bore down on Xuandu.

He meant to make an example of Xuandu!

If he subdued Xuandu and seized the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, he could restore his standing and deal a devastating blow to the Human Sect's Fortune. Two birds with one stone.

Mysterious Yellow Qi swirled around the pagoda above Xuandu's head, keeping every ounce of pressure at bay. His expression remained calm, as though he felt none of the Saint's fury.

At the sight, Jieyin laughed in anger.

"Good! What a fine disciple of Taiqing!"

"If your master never taught you the rules, then today, I'll teach you your place in his stead!"

"Be suppressed!"

Jieyin raised his withered hand and brought it down toward Xuandu's head.

A dark-gold palm vast enough to blot out the sky appeared above Peach Mountain. Within it, a pure Buddha land rose and fell, while three thousand worlds were born and died. It held a Saint's supreme understanding of the great Dao of Annihilation.

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