Jieyin, Pummeled by Zhunti

Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were also alarmed by the aura of a great battle emanating from the Chaos.

"Didn't my Elder Brother go to collect a debt?"

Houtu frowned slightly, her tone tinged with confusion.

"How did they end up fighting with those two guys, Jieyin Zhunti?"

Di Jiang frowned and guessed.

"Could it be that the ones who owe the debt are Jieyin and Zhunti?"

"Having achieved sainthood, they feel their power has greatly increased, so they want to renege on their debt?"

"So, in a fit of anger, my Elder Brother started fighting with them?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong immediately flew into a rage.

"They dare to default on their debts?!"

"Are you looking for death?"

"That's right!" Gong Gong roared.

"Becoming a saint is so great! Does becoming a saint mean you can escape your debts to our Wu Clan?"

"I think they're tired of living!"

The other Ancestral Wu echoed their sentiments, each filled with righteous indignation.

"That's right! They owe our Wu Clan a debt, and they want to renege on it?"

"Becoming a saint is so great! Does becoming a saint mean you don't have to pay your debts?"

"This is outrageous!"

In their view, this is definitely how things went.

The Elder Brother went to Jieyin and Zhunti collect the debt.

As a result, these two guys, relying on their recent sainthood, felt good about themselves and didn't want to pay their debts!

They even wanted to take action!

How can we tolerate this?

This is absolutely intolerable!

The Ancestral Wu were all eager to rush into the Chaos and tear Jieyin and Zhunti apart.

Houtu frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

"My Elder Brother was just going to collect a debt, how did it escalate to a war Saint?"

Could there be some misunderstanding?

Di Jiang waved his hand, interrupting Houtu's thoughts.

Who cares if there's a misunderstanding!

"The Elder Brother is fighting them now. How can we, as the younger siblings, just stand by and watch?"

"That's right! Let's beat those two guys up for our Elder Brother first!"

"Let's go! To Chaos!"

Without further hesitation, the Ancestral Wu unleashed twelve streams of light that soared into the sky, tearing through the void and heading straight into the Depths of Chaos.

They wanted the entire Primordial Wilderness to know.

Never mess with the Wu Clan!

Never owe a debt to the Wu Clan!

In the midst of Chaos.

But what was unfolding at that moment was a "battle of Saint" that was completely different from what everyone had imagined.

There are no evenly matched clashes of Daoist techniques here, no earth-shattering battles of magical Magic Treasure, and no world-destroying Saint Supernatural Power of saints.

Yes, but it was just a one-sided beating with no suspense whatsoever.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ming threw a punch that seemed ordinary, yet contained an indescribable Law Power, and it landed squarely on Zhunti's face.

Zhunti was sent flying horizontally, his Saint body tumbling tens of thousands of miles in the Chaos.

The Saint's magical power surged, and he instantly recovered completely.

Before he could even catch his breath, Zhou Ming appeared behind him and kicked him in the back.

"Boom!"

Zhunti was kicked away again, like a tattered sack.

On the other hand, the situation Jieyin wasn't much better.

His Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit was unparalleled in defense, but it was extremely fragile in front of Zhou Ming.

With a single punch, Zhou Ming shattered the Golden Light protecting Jinlian.

Immediately afterwards, Jieyin's eye socket was hit hard, and it instantly turned black.

Jieyin and Zhunti were completely stunned.

They had thought that if the two of them joined forces, even if they couldn't defeat Zhou Ming, they could at least fight to a standstill and avoid a humiliating defeat.

But after they actually fought, they were horrified to discover how terribly wrong they had been!

In front of Zhou Ming, they felt that they were not the lofty Saint they once were.

Instead, they were two quasi -Quasi-Sage were completely powerless to fight back—no, they weren't even as powerful as Quasi-Sage!

Zhou Ming's every move was unremarkable, without any earth-shattering phenomena.

It was just a simple punch and a kick.

But they just couldn't avoid it, nor could they stop it.

This wasn't even the most devastating thing for them.

What devastated them most was that Zhou Ming's attacks were extremely insulting.

He specifically targeted their faces, and each attack left them bruised, swollen, and utterly disheveled.

Although they possess the immortal and indestructible nature of Saint, they can recover from injuries instantly.

But this recurring pain and humiliation was worse than killing them.

What filled them with despair was that all their attacks, whether Supernatural Power or Magic Treasure, could not get even a fraction of a second closer to Zhou Ming.

Jieyin offered up Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, with ten thousand Golden Light protecting his body, but Zhou Ming slapped him and the Lotus Throne away.

Zhunti brandished the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, unleashing seven-colored divine light. However, the light dissipated on its own before it even reached Zhou Ming, failing to even touch the hem of his Zhou Ming.

How can we fight like this?

There's absolutely no way to win!

This isn't a friendly competition; it's a one-sided beating!

If they could turn back time, they swore they would never do something as stupid as challenging Zhou Ming again!

But now, it's too late to say anything.

After being slapped away by Zhou Ming once again, and having his swollen cheek restored by the Saint's magical power, Zhunti broke down.

He no longer cared about maintaining his dignity as Saint and cried out in anguish.

"Fellow Daoist! We concede!"

"Stop hitting! Please stop hitting!"

The Jieyin to the side also looked grief-stricken and repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist! We know we were wrong!"

"My fellow disciple and I were ignorant of our own limitations and offended you, fellow Daoist."

"Please, fellow Daoist, show mercy and spare us!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's face showed a perfectly timed expression of "surprise."

"What is the meaning of this, fellow Daoists?"

"Our sparring has only just begun; we haven't even determined a winner yet. Why are you two acquiescing so easily?"

"You two have just achieved sainthood and are full of vigor. You need a thorough and exhilarating battle to solidify your realm."

"You see, I tried my best, but I couldn't harm you two fellow Daoists in the slightest."

"This shows that your two fellow Daoists possess immense and unfathomable strength."

"Fellow Daoists, please try a little harder. I might not be able to hold on much longer."

"At that time, you two fellow Daoists will be able to suppress me completely in one fell swoop!"

As Zhou Ming spoke, his hands were also busy.

Two more bursts of Magic Power, imbued with the Law Power, were unleashed.

"Bang! Bang!"

The faces of Jieyin and Zhunti, which had just recovered to normal, swelled up again at a visible speed.

Zhou Ming's actions were extremely measured.

They won't actually hurt them, but they won't get away with it either.

Jieyin and Zhunti could only helplessly circulate their Saint's magical power to heal their injuries time and time again.

The two of them had completely become Zhou Ming's free punching bags.

Zhou Ming's words nearly made Jieyin and Zhunti vomit blood.

You call this "can't take it anymore"?

You're clearly playing us for fools!

Do you want to restore our unfathomable strength?

If we were really that strong, would you have treated us like punching bags?

Jieyin and Zhunti were on the verge of tears and begged for mercy again.

"Fellow Daoist! We were truly wrong!"

"We shouldn't have overestimated ourselves and challenged our fellow Daoists!"

"We implore you, fellow Daoist, to be magnanimous and spare us this time!"