Duobao Punches Minghe Away

It was as if an endless, boundless power had collided head-on with Minghe.

"BOOM!"

The very space within the Immortal Slaying Sword Array seemed to tremble!

The savage grin on Minghe's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of profound solemnity!

He stared coldly at Duobao, then turned his head to look at the other immortals from Biyou Palace, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Unexpectedly, your cultivation has reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm... You are truly worthy opponents!"

Duobao remained gentle and steady.

"My fellow disciples and I shall now test your Supernatural Powers, Daoist friend!"

Hiss!

The ten thousand immortals of the Western Teachings collectively gasped in shock.

The Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace were actually all peak Quasi-Saints?!

Hiss!

The five Sages on the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield were all taken aback.

Duobao and the others were actually peak Quasi-Saints?

Why had they been unable to see through them before?

The Dharma Eyes of Taishang, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti stared fixedly at Tongtian, as if flowers had suddenly sprouted on his face.

Tongtian said helplessly, "Fellow Daoists, if you have any questions, just ask!"

Yuanshi smiled.

"Junior Brother, I must admit I am impressed by your success in teaching."

"That Duobao and our seven other Martial Nephews are peak Quasi-Saints—while we could not see through it, this is a good thing!"

Taishang and Nuwa both chimed in, "Indeed, a great virtue!"

Admittedly, it was somewhat embarrassing and puzzling for them as Sages to have been unable to discern the cultivation levels of Duobao and the others.

But their overriding emotion was joy!

Just as Yuanshi said, this was the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, an Immeasurable Calamity.

Naturally, the stronger one's own side was, the better!

The fact that they couldn't see through Duobao and the others' cultivation meant that Tongtian must have used some method to conceal it.

This was of no great consequence.

Who didn't have a few secrets?

In theory, provided they were not interfered with by other Sages, a Sage could be omniscient and omnipotent within the scope of the Heavenly Dao!

But which Sage had truly ever achieved total omniscience and omnipotence?

If Sages with such high cultivation and realms wished to keep their own secrets from others, why should it be any different for Tongtian's disciples?

The Three Saints of the Mystic Gate did not care in the slightest how Tongtian had obscured his disciples' cultivation.

However, as the saying goes, one man's joy is another man's sorrow.

The two Sages of the Western Teachings, who had just relaxed and been filled with joy, frowned in unison.

Zhunti said bitterly, "That fellow Tongtian... he hid this so deeply!"

What had been the highest level of cultivation among the disciples of the various Sages before this?

Peak Daluo!

Regardless of which Sage's sect they belonged to in the Primordial Era, that was the highest level of cultivation.

Some Sages' disciples couldn't even reach the peak of Daluo.

Take Bhaisajyaguru and Maitreya, or Fairy Qingluan under Nuwa, for example;

they were merely high-level Daluo.

They had assumed everyone was on the same footing.

Yet, they never imagined that the eight True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue from Biyou Palace were all at the peak Quasi-Saint level!

One must realize that even outside of the Sages' sects, a peak Quasi-Saint was a veritable titan of the Primordial Era.

Figures like Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, and Minghe were recognized as giants of the Primordial Era, each a patriarch in their own right.

Everyone's level of cultivation was roughly the same, so why were his disciples so outstanding?

Originally, Tongtian had expelled his inferior disciples, renounced his Sage position, and disbanded Jiejiao, keeping only a small number—a little over two hundred disciples—by his side.

The Sages understood.

Tongtian was using great perseverance and fearlessness to sever these two hundred disciples from the nine thousand-plus inferior ones, in order to preserve their hope of attaining the Dao.

But, was it worth paying such a heavy price to preserve his own orthodoxy?

Now, the Sages understood.

It was absolutely worth it!

There was no need to even mention the other two hundred immortals inside Biyou Palace.

The eight Eight Great Disciples at the peak Quasi-Saint realm alone were enough to ensure the great prosperity of Tongtian's orthodoxy!

Do not forget, they were also True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue!!

Zhunti was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Tongtian's merit in teaching was in no way inferior to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The positions of Sages of the Heavenly Dao were fixed.

Otherwise, he believed these Eight Immortals could truly attain the Dao.

And judging by the Golden Wheel of Merit behind the Eight Immortals' heads, it was only a matter of time before they attained the Dao.

Even if it meant abandoning his Sage position and dissolving Jiejiao, cultivating these Eight Immortals was a guaranteed profit!

The only thing the two Sages of the Western Teachings did not understand was, why were they, as Sages, unable to see through the true cultivation levels of the Eight Great Disciples of Biyou Palace?

This was illogical!

"It must be another one of Tongtian's schemes!" Zhunti said bitterly; Tongtian's previous series of actions had led all the Sages to think this way.

"He likely waited specifically for this moment," Zhunti sneered incessantly.

Jieyin said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Minghe is recognized as one of the three top Quasi-Saints in the Primordial Era. Let us trust him."

Zhunti nodded fiercely!

Inside the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, Minghe was particularly surprised by the cultivation levels of the Eight Great Disciples of Biyou Palace, but he felt not a shred of fear.

A smile appeared on his face: "I did not expect the cultivation of you fellow Daoists of the Mystic Gate to be so profound. Very good!"

Lu Ya, standing to the side, was nearly driven mad.

He could not understand Minghe's logic at all!

The disciples of the Western Teachings were trapped by Duobao inside the Immortal Slaying Sword Array.

With eight peak Quasi-Saints guarding the Immortal Slaying Four Swords, the difficulty of breaking the array had increased exponentially.

Where exactly was this "good"?

He could not see it at all!

"This is the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Immeasurable Calamity..." Minghe's voice was incomparably chilling, "...sending you to your demise within the great array, I imagine the Sages would not intervene!"

Huh?!

Lu Ya suddenly realized.

So this is what you were happy about?

The Immeasurable Calamity was meant to clear the Karma of the Heavenly Dao; that was the logic of it.

But the opponents were eight peak Quasi-Saints!

Could Minghe handle them all by himself?

Duobao laughed in spite of himself. Hearing Minghe's arrogant words, he did not get angry, but merely looked at Minghe with a gaze of pity.

Did he really think peak Quasi-Saints were so easy to kill?

Minghe laughed loudly: "As long as I send you eight into Nirvana, the other Mystic Gate immortals are not worth mentioning!"

His aura surged wildly.

A boundless aura rose from Minghe's body, and all the killing intent and murderous aura within the Immortal Slaying Sword Array converged toward him.

His blood-red Daoist robe seemed to be draped in a black cloak.

The four disasters of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind that had been rampaging through the great array were now forced into nothingness by the aura radiating from the eight manifestations of Minghe.

The remaining immortals of Chan Jiao, hiding behind Duobao, turned pale with fright.

Even with Duobao standing at the front, they felt immense pressure mounting.

Even the disciples of the Western Teachings felt the pressure intensely.

They knew Minghe was one of the three recognized top Quasi-Saints of the Primordial Era.

But they had no concept of just how powerful Minghe truly was!

Now, they knew.

Strong!

Outrageously strong!

The immortals of the Western Teachings were stirred with excitement.

With such a formidable commander, how could they possibly lose?

Duobao looked at the arrogant Minghe and said indifferently:

"Fellow Daoist, this level of skill is not enough!"

Huh?

Minghe's wild laughter was cut off mid-breath.

It was only then that he realized, It wasn't just Duobao; the other true disciples of Biyou Palace were looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Minghe was furious and sneered: "Duobao, do not boast. Let me show you my Supernatural Powers!"

Duobao's expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly: "Very well!"

Minghe grew even more incensed. He made up his mind that he would make Duobao pay—if he could cause him to fall, that would be even better!

Seven manifestations of Minghe simultaneously unleashed a massive aura, locking onto the Biyou Palace disciples before them—this was to prevent the other experts from coming to Duobao's rescue.

Amidst a cold laugh, Minghe suddenly threw a punch, targeting Duobao.

A streak of blood-colored rainbow flew out.

It was a rainbow composed of countless Blood God Sons.

These Blood God Sons were best at corrupting a cultivator's primordial spirit; no knowledgeable cultivator would ever let them touch even a fraction of their body.

Yet, Duobao did not move an inch.

The smile on Minghe's face became increasingly sinister.

He thought to himself: "You dare to ignore my Blood God Sons? Then I shall let you perish completely!"

Duobao remained motionless, but the Golden Wheel of Merit behind his head suddenly began to rotate, emitting a faint halo that enveloped him.

The moment the Blood God Sons approached Duobao's body, they suddenly let out a shriek.

Before Minghe's stunned eyes, they were completely reduced to ashes.

Merit was the natural nemesis of the Blood God Son Great Method!

Minghe gritted his teeth, his large hand continuing its motion, directly covering Duobao.

He locked onto Duobao from all ten directions—front, back, left, right, up, and down—leaving him no room to maneuver or dodge.

His hand was a deep, scarlet red.

A savage grin appeared on Minghe's face!

As long as he could grab hold of Duobao, even with Duobao's boundless merit, he would not escape the fate of falling!

Within the space of the array, the Ten Thousand Immortals all stared at the battlefield between the two.

The expressions of the Ten Thousand Immortals varied.

The Western Teachings hoped for Minghe to succeed in one strike.

The immortals of Chan Jiao hoped that Duobao could withstand Minghe.

The other seven manifestations of Minghe watched their respective opponents closely. What puzzled them was that the Seven Immortals of Biyou Palace showed absolutely no intention of rescuing Duobao.

They were extremely confused. Did Biyou Palace really believe that Duobao could withstand Minghe's attack?

The answer appeared immediately.

Duobao, who had not moved until now, suddenly acted.

He did not summon any other magic treasures.

He did not utilize the Immortal Slaying Sword Array.

Duobao simply threw his own fist—a plain, unremarkable punch.

As the punch was thrown, the blockade network created by Minghe could no longer hold.

It shattered instantly.

The momentum of the fist did not stop.

This punch collided solidly with Minghe's blood-colored hand.

Boundless gale winds rose from the point where the two Quasi-Saints clashed.

The immortals of Chan Jiao and the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings all felt a boundless pressure surging toward them.

Two Quasi-Saints were fighting with their full strength, neither holding back—at a time like this, holding back would be equivalent to handing one's own life over to the other.

Rumble!

A deafening boom!

A figure was sent flying—that figure was bright red as blood—it was Old Ancestor Minghe!

The ten thousand immortals of the Western Teachings stood agape, completely unable to believe their eyes!

One of the three top Quasi-Saints in the Primordial Era, the current leader of the Demon Sect, Old Ancestor Minghe, had actually been sent flying by a single punch from Duobao!

This is impossible!

They simply could not believe their eyes!

The disciples of Chan Jiao felt their throats go dry; their highest expectation for Duobao had merely been that he could contend with Old Ancestor Minghe.

They never imagined that Duobao would actually hold the upper hand in the battle!

Isn't this too incredible?

However, the shock of the ten thousand immortals was far less than that of the Sages!

Outside the grand formation, above the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield, Taishang, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti spoke in unison: "The Great Dao of Strength!"

The faces of the Sages were filled with disbelief.

Even the Three Saints of the Mystic Gate were astonished.

As for the Two Sages of the West, their faces turned dark instantly!

Duobao had actually entered the Quasi-Saint realm using the Great Dao of Strength!!

His Quasi-Saint law was actually the Law of Strength!!

It was no wonder the Sages were surprised and agitated.

Since the opening of the Primordial Era, there had been a saying circulating regarding the ranking of the three thousand Great Daos:

"Time is King, Space is Sovereign; when Fate does not appear, Karma is Emperor; the Great Dao of Strength is supreme above all!"

And the law Duobao used to enter the Quasi-Saint realm was the Law of Strength.

The Sages naturally did not believe the nonsense about the five supreme laws.

They all understood that laws had no hierarchy; only the cultivation levels of those who used them differed.

But one point could not be denied.

These five Great Dao laws possessed effects in combat that were difficult for other Dao laws to match!

The five Sages stared straight at Tongtian.

They were truly impressed!

Previously, the quality displayed by the Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace had already shocked them—peak Quasi-Saints, True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue; these two points alone were enough for Tongtian to boast about.

But they never expected that his disciple's entry law would actually be the Great Dao of Strength!

The Witch Clan had the most say regarding the formidable nature of the Great Dao of Strength.

It was impossible for Old Ancestor Minghe to defeat Duobao now!

Taishang, Yuanshi, and Nuwa relaxed at once, smiles appearing on their faces.

No wonder Tongtian was so confident; he actually had such a trump card!

Good, very good!

In this immeasurable calamity, the Mystic Gate has won!

The faces of the Two Sages of the West were extremely ugly.

Tongtian had hidden Duobao so deeply?

It was truly detestable!

"In this Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Western Teachings are in trouble!" The Two Sages of the West reached a clear judgment!

With Duobao guarding the front.

How could they possibly break the formation?

One Duobao could at least hold back two of Old Ancestor Minghe.

Moreover, that would only be if Old Ancestor Minghe could defeat the other seven Quasi-Saints first.

Could a battle of the same realm really be that easy?

The Two Sages of the West had the most say!

It was true that they were Sages, but to tell the truth, their cultivation was at the bottom among the Sages of the Heavenly Dao.

But even if their cultivation was lower than the other Sages.

Would the Four Saints of the Mystic Gate dare to look down on them?

They would not!

No matter how low a Sage's cultivation was, they were still a Sage.

Furthermore, the Two Sages of the West had always acted as one, advancing and retreating together.

Even when facing any single one of the Sages of the Mystic Gate, they would not be at a disadvantage.

Coupled with their lower level of cultivation, they were willing to discard their pride;

the Sages of the Mystic Gate might despise them, but underestimate them? That was out of the question.

Jieyin sighed: "We had better trust fellow Daoist Minghe!"

Zhunti nodded slowly.

Besides trusting fellow Daoist Minghe, what other choice did they have?

Inside the grand formation, Minghe stood up abruptly, his voice hoarse: "You are actually cultivating the Great Dao of Strength!"

This truly exceeded his expectations.

However, he was the commander of the Western Teachings; he could not just give up halfway!

Minghe shouted: "Fellow Daoist, you have truly piqued my interest. Let us have a bout first!"

He beckoned, and the other seven Blood God Sons prepared to rush toward Duobao.

Zhao Gongming said with dissatisfaction: "One must be a person of their word and keep their promises. You are our opponents; how can you give up halfway?"

He raised his palm, and several space gates appeared around the seven Blood God Sons, leaving them unable to advance or retreat!

Minghe's pupils contracted sharply, and he said slowly, word by word: "Space Law?!"

Zhao Gongming chuckled: "I hope fellow Daoist Minghe will not laugh at my clumsy display!"

Minghe wished he could shower Zhao Gongming with countless Blood God Sons!

Laugh?

Did he dare to laugh at a peak Quasi-Saint who used Space Law?

Minghe knew better than anyone how troublesome a Quasi-Saint of Space Law could be.

Zhen Yuanzi, who was ranked alongside him as one of the three top Quasi-Saints of the Primordial Era, had attained the Dao through Space Law!

Zhen Yuanzi possessed profound cultivation and vast Supernatural Powers, and his mastery of Space Law was nothing short of miraculous.

When he fought against others, he only needed to use one move, the Universe in the Sleeve, to make his opponents admit defeat and surrender.

With such a formidable Great Dao, how could he, Minghe, dare to laugh at it?!

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings had already been shaken when Duobao revealed his laws.

Once Zhao Gongming also displayed an extremely profound Space Law, the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings were truly beginning to panic.

Fortunately, they were all Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, so they were still able to hold their ground!

However, unknowingly, that conviction of certain victory had truly vanished!

Minghe looked at Duobao; this was a peak Quasi-Saint who controlled the Great Dao of Strength.

He looked at Zhao Gongming again; this was a peak Quasi-Saint who controlled the Space Great Dao.

For a moment, he found himself in a dilemma.

Both of these individuals required special effort to defeat!

But, which one should he defeat first?

Minghe was even more aware that he had to find a way to separate Duobao and Zhao Gongming!

If the two of them joined forces, what was the point of even fighting?

For a moment, he could not think of a good solution!

Outside the formation, the three Sages of the Mystic Gate looked at Tongtian with burning eyes, as if they wanted to melt him!

The Space Great Dao!

To think it was yet another supreme Great Dao!

Tongtian had hidden his cards so well!

Yuanshi lowered his voice and asked: "Junior Brother, surely your eight direct disciples aren't all cultivators who attained the Dao through such powerful laws, are they?"

Taishang and Nuwa looked at Yuanshi in astonishment.

Nuwa could not help but say: "Senior Brother, are you overthinking it? To have even one disciple attain the Dao through such laws is already a tremendous stroke of fortune."