By this point, Tongtian's swordsmanship had reached perfection. With a single slash, countless stars fell, and the surrounding space shook violently.
For a moment, space trembled and the earth split apart.
A dense Saint aura burst from around Tongtian. His powerful Saint might firmly suppressed Jieyin, causing him to freeze for a moment as his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Cold sweat poured down his face, and he shook incessantly. This was a manifestation of fear before a stronger expert.
Jieyin was baffled. When had Tongtian become so powerful? They were both in the Saint Realm, yet Tongtian could suppress him—completely suppress him, at that.
How had he managed this?
Unwilling to accept this, Jieyin mobilized his entire cultivation and erupted with terrifying, icy Saint power.
He was unwilling to show weakness either, summoning the Bodhi Seed and charging straight toward Tongtian.
In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in a fierce melee.
Seeing this, Nuwa immediately joined the battle. She teamed up with Tongtian to deal with the Two Sages of the West.
"Daoist friend, you came?"
"Mm."
Nuwa was deeply puzzled. She could not understand why Daoist friend Tongtian had also been dragged into this battle. He had nothing to do with it at all, so why had he been implicated?
Nuwa, of course, did not know that this was Kunpeng's doing. He had used the same lines and the same formula as when he had played the victim before her.
Nuwa really wanted to ask Tongtian what was going on—why he had come here for no reason, and how he had somehow been dragged into the melee...
But before she could ask, she saw the Two Sages of the West join forces with Ancestor Dragon, who had rushed over to provide support, and attack the