Nanji trapped, Randeng terrified

As Zhao Gongming watched the Daoist Randeng Deng flee in panic, he let out a hearty laugh that shook the heavens.

"Hahaha! The Deputy Sect Master of Chan Sect is nothing special!"

"Trying to escape? No way!"

Having said that, his Surrounding Body Mystic Light, and he was about to transform into a streak of light to chase after the pursuer.

Just then, Jiang Ziya's urgent shouts came from below.

"Senior Brother Zhao! Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"

Zhao Gongming, who was about to give chase, paused in mid-air and looked back at Jiang Ziya below.

He glanced once more at the Randeng that had become a black dot on the horizon, and finally suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

He understood Jiang Ziya's meaning.

So be it.

This old man Randeng, was also at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Peak and had listened to the Dao in the In Purple Sky Palace, so he had many ways to protect himself.

Defeating him would be easy, but if he's determined to escape, killing him completely will require considerable effort and won't be a simple task.

Instead of wasting time on a fleeing Randeng, we should resolve the immediate battle first.

"Hmph, at least that old guy ran fast!"

Zhao Gongming abandoned the idea of pursuing Randeng and turned his gaze to another battlefield.

There, Yun Zhongzi was being held tightly by the Saint Mother Huoling and Yu Yuan.

Alright! Since Randeng has run away, then let's start with you Yun Zhongzi!

Zhao Gongming sneered inwardly, preparing to go and help capture Yun Zhongzi as well.

However, before he could even set off...

However, before Zhao Gongming could even set off...

On the battlefield, Yun Zhongzi understood the situation the moment he saw Daoist Randeng fleeing in disarray.

The tide has turned!

Even Vice Sect Master Randeng was no match for Zhao Gongming. Now that Zhao Gongming has freed up his forces, if I don't leave soon, I'm afraid I'll end up like Randeng.

Yun Zhongzi let out a low shout, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly. With a single swing, Qing Sheng's sword light transformed into a barrier, instantly forcing back the Golden Cloud Crown crown of the Saint Mother Huoling and Yu Yuan's Golden Light File.

Taking advantage of this opening, he did not hesitate at all, and his figure transformed into a Qingfeng as he tried to escape.

Before fleeing, his voice carried far to the battlefield where the Immortal Weng of the South Pole was located.

"Senior Brother Nanji, things are hopeless! Retreat immediately! You and I will rendezvous with Vice Sect Master Randeng ahead!"

"Snort!"

When Zhao Gongming saw that Yun Zhongzi had also fled, he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Hmph, are all the disciples of the Clarify Sect this kind of scum?"

If they can't win, they run away, and they all run faster than the last.

Just then, Yang Jian's voice came from another battle.

"Master Zhao! Please come quickly and lend my brother and me a hand to keep this Immortal Weng of the South Pole here!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned his head to look.

The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was seen with the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner atop his head, and ten thousand golden lotuses hanging down, protecting him completely.

Although Yang Jiao and his two siblings launched fierce attacks and cooperated perfectly, they were still unable to break through the defense that was said to be impervious to all magic.

"Alright! We're going to leave one here today, no matter what!"

Zhao Gongming laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of Mystic Light and charged straight towards the battlefield of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole.

"Today, I, this humble Daoist, will send you, old man, to the Investiture of the Gods!"

The Immortal Weng of the South Pole, who was already struggling to extricate himself from Yang Jian and his two siblings, felt the pressure increase dramatically the moment Zhao Gongming joined the fray.

But when he looked at the four people who had surrounded him, he showed no panic whatsoever; instead, a cold smile appeared on his face.

The Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner above his head shone with countless Golden Light, and golden lotuses surrounded him, protecting him completely and without any leaks.

"With you guys?"

The Immortal Weng of the South Pole had an air of pride on his face.

"I will stand here and not move, letting you attack as you please, but you will not be able to break through the defenses of this Apricot Yellow Banner even a fraction!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming burst into wild laughter.

"Whether it can be broken or not, we'll only know after we fight it!"

Without uttering a single word, he swung his Purple Lightning Hammer, imbued with immense thunder, and smashed it down fiercely towards the apricot-yellow light screen!

"Take this!"

Boom!

The purple thunder hammer collided violently with the apricot-yellow light screen that bloomed with ten thousand golden lotuses.

The apricot-yellow light curtain shook violently, and countless golden lotuses were annihilated in the Lightning. But in an instant, even more golden lotuses were reborn, and the light curtain remained as stable as ever.

"Again!"

Zhao Gongming was in high spirits; if one blow failed, he would strike again!

On the other side, Yang Jian also roared, his fists radiating Golden Light, like two indestructible divine hammers, as he frantically pounded the light barrier with punch after punch.

The entire sky was filled only with deafening roars and bursts of colorful celestial light.

Although the Immortal Weng of the South Pole was unharmed under the protection of the Apricot Yellow Banner, his expression gradually turned grim.

He was trapped.

The four men attacked relentlessly, wave after wave, giving him no chance to catch his breath or escape.

Damn it!

They can't hurt me, but I can't leave either!

The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was extremely anxious.

If this drags on, although I possess profound Magic Power and am unlikely to encounter any problems, what will become of my reputation?

He, the dignified Immortal Weng of the South Pole of the Clarify Sect, was actually trapped here by a few juniors and Zhao Gongming, unable to move. If word got out, how could he possibly have the face to stand in the Primordial Wilderness?

On the other side, the Daoist Randeng Deng fled in a disheveled state.

He kept turning back to make sure that the menacing Zhao Gongming wasn't chasing after him before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

He found a secluded spot among the clouds, stopped, and forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body.

The relief of surviving the ordeal was mixed with endless humiliation and anger, which intertwined in his heart.

He Randeng, for since he had listened to the Purple Cloud Palace, he had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

He was beaten so badly by a junior disciple that he was powerless to fight back and could only flee in panic.

If word gets out, won't he lose all face?

but...

Face is a small matter, life is a big matter.

Zhao Gongming was too ferocious, and the Purple Lightning Hammer in his hand was even more domineering. If the fight continued, he might really be beaten to death and sent to the Investiture of the Gods.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

The Daoist Randeng comforted himself in his heart.

He did not leave, but sat cross-legged in the clouds and began to wait silently.

In his view, since he had already fled in defeat, Yun Zhongzi and the Immortal Weng of the South Pole certainly wouldn't be able to hold out for long either.

All I need to do is wait for the two of them to escape and reunite with me.

At that time, the three of them working together, along with the Apricot Yellow Banner in Nanjixian Weng's hands, would be enough to protect themselves.

No matter how powerful Zhao Gongming is, he can't break through the defenses of the Apricot Yellow Banner.

At that point, they would be able to attack or defend as needed, and the initiative would be back in their hands.

Thinking of this, Daoist Randeng's mood, which had been depressed due to his defeat and escape, eased slightly.

He closed his eyes, began to regulate his breathing, and at the same time spread his Divine Sense, guarding his surroundings and waiting for the arrival of his two fellow disciples.

However, just as he entered a meditative state...

A sudden change has occurred!

The scene around him began to Distortion System and change without warning.

The swirling celestial clouds, the vast sky, and the earth and mountains below all faded and became blurred, like a painting soaked in water.

"Um?"

The Daoist Randeng suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"What... what's going on?"

Randeng suddenly stood up and looked around warily.

The clouds were still the same clouds, the sky was still the same sky, but everything gave him a sense of unreality.

He subconsciously released his Divine Sense, trying to explore the surrounding void.

However, his Divine Sense seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, unable to extend even an inch further.

His connection with the entire Primordial World was completely severed at this moment!

This is... the work of Saint!

Only Saint could possess such supreme power to change the world and overturn the Qiankun!

But which Saint would dare to confront me?

The Daoist Randeng forcibly suppressed his fear, bowed deeply, and spoke in a loud voice in as steady a tone as possible.

"May I ask which Saint you with his presence? I, Ran Randeng, pay my respects!"

His voice echoed in the deathly silent space, but received no response.

The deathly silence intensified the fear in his heart.

"This humble Daoist priest has no idea where he has offended the Saint, and begs the Saint to enlighten him! This humble Daoist priest would gladly die for his cause!"

"Please, Your Saint, do not play such a joke on this humble Daoist!"