The Final Battle Begins

The moment Yang Jian's words fell, Antarctic Immortal Elder's expression stiffened for an instant.

The tension between them abruptly tightened to the limit!

Before Antarctic Immortal Elder could respond, a streak of golden light suddenly rose behind Yang Jian.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng spread his wings in fury, every golden feather standing upright like a divine sword. Throwing back his head, he laughed wildly, his voice shaking the nine heavens. "Wonderful Dao True Lord could not be more right! Old fool Antarctic, why all this hypocrisy? Whatever you have to say can wait until later—of course, that depends on whether you can survive..."

His sharp gaze turned toward Yang Jian, carrying a bloodthirsty fighting spirit. "Wonderful Dao True Lord, if you do not mind, how about leaving this old fool Antarctic to me? I can send him to reunite with his fellow disciples and fulfill their bond as brothers of the same sect!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian pondered briefly, then gave a slight nod and turned into a streak of clear radiance as he departed.

Before vanishing, however, he left behind a single emotionless remark:

"Senior Brother Antarctic, take care of yourself."

The Golden-Winged Great Peng was no simple opponent. Though he was inferior to his eldest brother, Kong Xuan,

among Primordial Origin Golden Immortals, he was still a renowned powerhouse of the Primordial Wilderness.

Yellow Dragon True Person and Chi Jingzi, two great Chan Teaching Golden Immortals, had both fallen at his hands.

Watching the Golden-Winged Great Peng openly reveal himself, the grief and indignation Antarctic Immortal Elder had suppressed in his eyes finally solidified into murderous intent.

Jade Pure Immortal Light surged violently around him, while the Fly Whisk in his hand moved without wind.

"Golden-Winged beast! You still dare show yourself! Today, I will make you pay