Randeng had held them off for seven days, and the Ten Heavenly Lords grew ever more boisterous.
"Randeng, every last one of you from the Chan Teachings is a turtle hiding in its shell!"
"Our Ten Absolute Arrays are right here today. If you have the guts, come and break through them. If not, surrender early, and we'll spare the lives of everyone in Xi Qi!"
The spiritual light of the Ten Absolute Arrays intertwined and surged, actually condensing into a black-gold wall of energy before the formation, obscuring even the sun and moon.
The Xi Qi army retreated again and again.
They had already started chanting to the tune of "Retreat... retreat... retreat, retreat, retreat..."
Randeng did not respond. He merely stood with lowered eyes, Dao Rhyme circulating around him and sealing off all the battle cries from the opposing Shang Dynasty army.
He knew full well that the Investiture of the Gods Calamity was far from simple. The Interception Sect's Ten Absolute Arrays... Hmph, they were no more than paper props. He had only just become a Quasi-Saint; he could not turn around and end up on the Investiture of the Gods.
The Investiture of the Gods was all well and good, but wasn't it better not to be on it and have the world at his feet?
Seeing how composed Randeng remained, Qin Wan, Jin Guang, Bai Li, and the others could do nothing about it.
The aura of the World Calamity had entered their bodies and eroded their minds. Their intelligence had really taken a nosedive.
Meanwhile, in the direction of Jade Spring Mountain, Yu Ding Zhenren and Yang Jian sped through the clouds. Relying on the tremendous speed granted by the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Techniques, Yang Jian reached the mountain gate ahead of him and noticed