Merging Gods and Devils

Hongjun looked at Xuanxiao beside him, then at Gou Chen, who had won a resounding victory on the battlefield. Smiling, he cupped his hands and said, "Dao Venerable, you have taken in a fine disciple. The joint attack formation those two used just now was exquisitely crafted; ordinary Primordial Unity cultivators would have had no way to break it. Without breaking the formation, Gou Chen would have stood no chance in a one-on-one fight against two half-step Primordial Unity Limitless Grand Luo Golden Immortals."

"It was merely a flash of quick wits in the heat of battle, nothing worth mentioning."

Xuanxiao's expression remained placid as he gently shook his head, yet he could not conceal the heartfelt gratification and pride in his eyes.

"This was no mere flash of wit." Hongjun gave his assessment solemnly, his tone full of praise. "In an instant, he saw through the flaw in their joint attack, seized the fleeting gap between the links in their techniques, and struck like thunder before his opponents could recover, breaking the formation and defeating the enemy."

On the battlefield of chaos, Yuan Chen and Xi Yao were tightly bound by chains of lightning. Their Dao foundations had been damaged, their spiritual energy thrown into disarray, and their eyes brimmed with towering fury and humiliation.

As the two creator gods of the Origin Realm, they had roamed this world undefeated for countless ages. Yet today, they had been captured and bound in the void by a younger generation from beyond their domain. To them, it was an unprecedented disgrace.

But having just suffered grave injuries, their origins were weakened. No matter how they urged their power, they could not break free of the chains' restraint.

Suppressing his anger, Yuan Chen fixed Gou Chen with a cold gaze. His voice