Great Beings Arrive One After Another, the War Intensifies

In the blink of an eye, the valley that had been buzzing with voices fell utterly silent.

Those cultivators who had clung to wishful thinking, having witnessed Poison Dragon Daoist's overbearing and ruthless methods, saw their greed thoroughly extinguished by fear. They scattered like startled birds and beasts, wishing they had been born with extra legs to flee this place of trouble.

The air still reeked of nauseating stench and faint toxic mist.

Poison Dragon Daoist paid it no mind. He stared greedily at the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, suspended in midair, radiating a mysterious light.

An Innate Spiritual Treasure!

This was a treasure that could drive even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to madness!

He savored the moment of stillness, the absolute sense of control where no one dared contend with him.

He stepped forward, one step, then another, toward the treasure.

Each step was slow and heavy, as if treading not on the ground, but on the already shattered hearts of every hidden watcher.

Ten zhang.

Five zhang.

Three zhang.

He reached out a hand, his withered fingers trembling slightly with excitement, his face alight with unrestrained joy.

Once he claimed this Innate Spiritual Treasure, his power would surge again! At that point, even against a late-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, he would have a fighting chance!

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin—

A sudden change occurred!

Three entirely different, yet equally lethal attacks erupted without warning from three directions!

One was a blazing, fiery streamer, scorching and twisting the air wherever it passed!

One was a razor-sharp sword light, its icy sword intent seeming to freeze even the Primordial Spirit!

And one was a massive seal, heavy as a mountain, crashing down with the terrifying force to suppress all things!

The three attacks locked down every possible retreat for Poison Dragon Daoist.

Each attack carried enough power to threaten even him, a great cultivator at the early Primordial Unity Golden Immortal stage, with mortal danger!

"Damn it!"

Poison Dragon Daoist's face twisted violently as he let out a furious, panicked roar.

He had no time to think. Survival instinct forced him to abandon the treasure just inches away.

"Roar!"

The Poison Dragon Banner whipped wildly in his hands. The venomous dragon on its surface let out a reluctant howl, spewing a tidal wave of pitch-black toxic mist that formed a thick barrier of poisonous clouds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three attacks struck the poison cloud barrier almost simultaneously.

Violent energy exploded, producing deafening thunder.

Blazing flames annihilated the insidious poison mist; the sharp sword light tore gashes through the clouds; the heavy seal smashed large swaths of the poison cloud into nothingness.

Taking advantage of this brief obstruction, Poison Dragon Daoist retreated hundreds of zhang in a disheveled arc before barely stabilizing himself.

His face was dark enough to drip water, and his venomous eyes locked onto three directions.

There, in the void, three figures slowly materialized.

On the left was a beautiful woman in red robes, her figure alluring, her eyes seductive, a faint smile playing at her lips—though deep within her gaze lurked a trace of icy coldness.

On the right was a middle-aged man in gray robes, his face sinister, his aura murky, like a stone hidden in shadow, making anyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

Directly ahead stood a white-robed old man with an immortal air, holding a horsetail whisk, a gentle smile on his face, appearing kind and benevolent, the very image of a lofty cultivator.

Their auras were released without restraint.

All were unmistakably Primordial Unity Golden Immortals!

"Fairy Huo Feng, Old Man Yin Shan, Daoist Qing Song!"

Poison Dragon Daoist gritted out their names through clenched teeth, his killing intent boiling to the extreme.

These three old bastards had been hiding in the shadows all along, playing the role of the oriole!

"Fellow Daoist Poison Dragon, long time no see." The red-robed beauty, Fairy Huo Feng, covered her mouth with a light laugh, her voice honeyed to the bone. "Why so angry? This Innate Spiritual Treasure wasn't born from your family. It won't hurt for us to take a look, will it?"

"Hmph!" The gray-robed man called Old Man Yin Shan snorted coldly, his voice raspy. "Less nonsense! Treasures belong to the virtuous—no, to the capable! Whoever's fist is harder gets it!"

The white-robed elder, Daoist Qing Song, played the peacemaker, lightly flicking his whisk and smiling. "Why must you three be so hostile? In this old man's view, this treasure has Fate with all four of us. Why not join forces to break the restrictions here, retrieve the treasure, and then discuss how to divide it? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Discuss? How? One Innate Spiritual Treasure, four of us—are we supposed to split it into four pieces?" Poison Dragon Daoist laughed in fury, still fuming from the ambush. "Daoist Qing Song, put away that hypocritical face! In This Seat's domain, there's only one rule!"

A murderous glint flashed in Poison Dragon Daoist's eyes as he barked, "Whoever won't submit gets beaten until they do!"

Before his words faded, he shook the Poison Dragon Banner again. A ferocious, ink-green venomous dragon roared as it lunged straight at the seemingly most righteous Daoist Qing Song!

"Stubborn fool!" Daoist Qing Song's face darkened. His whisk swept out, and ten thousand silver threads wove into a heavenly net to meet the dragon.

"Giggle, it should have been done long ago." Fairy Huo Feng let out a delicate laugh. Her jade hand flipped, and a fiery whip blazing with raging flames materialized out of thin air, lashing toward Old Man Yin Shan.

Old Man Yin Shan's face remained expressionless as a pitch-black bone dagger appeared in his hand, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind and the wailing of ghosts and spirits, clashing against the fire whip.

The four Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, all vying for ownership of the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, instantly erupted into a chaotic battle!

In that moment, the valley was filled with crisscrossing immortal light and surging laws.

Poisonous flames, divine fire, Sword Qi, treasure radiance... all kinds of terrifying attacks collided with each other, leveling the mountain ranges for a hundred li in every direction.

Their cultivation levels were similar, and their methods varied, so for a time, none could gain the upper hand, and the battle reached a stalemate.

But this balance was soon shattered.

Poison Dragon Daoist, unable to break through after a prolonged assault, grew increasingly irritable. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Poison Dragon Banner!

"Secret Art: Du Long Devours Heart!"

The venomous dragon on the Poison Dragon Banner seemed to come fully alive, its aura surging several times over. It broke free from the banner, transforming into a dark green streak of light, carrying a strange power that corroded the soul. It bypassed Daoist Qing Song's defenses and shot straight toward Fairy Huo Feng, who was locked in combat with Old Man Yin Shan!

He had seen it clearly: among the four, Fairy Huo Feng was slightly weaker in strength but the most unpredictable in her methods. Eliminate her first, and the remaining two would be easy to handle!

This strike was both swift and vicious, and Fairy Huo Feng's face instantly changed drastically!

She sensed the lethal crisis—enough to gravely wound her or even bring about her fall!

In the blink of an eye, a flash of ruthless determination flickered in Fairy Huo Feng's eyes.

Her form flickered, as if she were about to dodge, but at an extremely bizarre angle, she closed in on Old Man Yin Shan beside her.

"Fellow Daoist, lend me your body for a moment!"

She let out a sweet laugh, yet her jade palm struck without mercy at Old Man Yin Shan's back.

Old Man Yin Shan was fully focused on fending off Daoist Qing Song's attack—how could he have expected this venomous woman to suddenly stab him in the back?!

"You!"

He only managed a furious, startled roar before his body was uncontrollably shoved forward, right into the path of that dark green venomous dragon's light.

"Pfft!"

The Du Long Devours Heart pierced straight through his chest!

Old Man Yin Shan's protective immortal light shattered instantly. He froze in place, his face frozen in an expression of endless regret and venomous resentment.

The next moment, his body, like a wax figure drenched in concentrated sulfuric acid, rapidly decayed from the inside out, along with his Primordial Spirit, dissolving into a pool of foul-smelling pus and blood.

A Primordial Unity Golden Immortal had fallen just like that!