Take Action Against the Chan Sect

Above Golden Ao Island, a figure descended onto the square before Biyou Palace.

Tongtian appeared.

"Master!"

Duobao had long led a group of Interception Sect disciples in waiting here.

Seeing Tongtian return safely, Duobao's tense expression finally eased somewhat. He quickly stepped forward and bowed. "You're back! Are you all right?"

Earlier, he had sensed a world-shaking clash erupting in the west, followed by the auras of Senior Uncle Taishang and Junior Uncle Yuanshi appearing there as well.

At that moment, he had desperately wanted to fly to Sumeru Mountain and lend his aid, but he also knew full well that his cultivation was insufficient. Going there would only make him a burden.

Tongtian looked at this eldest disciple who had followed him for countless years, and a trace of gratification flashed through his eyes.

"I am fine. Rise."

"Master, over in the west..." Duobao hesitated.

Tongtian laughed loudly and waved his sleeve. Thirty-seven figures appeared out of thin air in the square.

They were precisely the disciples abducted by the Western Teachings. Every one of them was pale and weak, their auras listless. Some could not even stand steadily and needed support from their fellow disciples.

"This time, we truly vented our anger." A cold gleam flashed through Tongtian's eyes. "If those two bald donkeys, Jieyin and Zhunti, dare set their sights on my Interception Sect again, destroying one of their great halls will not be nearly enough."

Seeing the miserable condition of his junior brothers and sisters, Duobao felt rage surge within him.

He could tell that not only had they lost all their cultivation, but even their Great Dao foundations had been damaged. Without several centuries of arduous cultivation, they would likely find it difficult to recover.

"The Western Teachings' actions are truly despicable!" Duobao gritted his