Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Vast purple lightning formed a heavy curtain of light, shrouding all of Chong City and the forward battle formations. Golden radiance and auspicious qi intertwined, forcibly blocking the Western Zhou army's path.

Within the barrier, Vicious Qi dissipated, killing intent fell to nothing, and even the sharp edge of the weapons in the soldiers' hands quietly withdrew.

Jiang Ziya's gaze sharpened, and his heart was filled with ever greater shock. This barrier art was vast, orthodox, and unfathomably profound in its foundation. It was utterly beyond comparison with any unorthodox school in the Primordial Wilderness—clearly an Immortal Path inheritance with deep and ancient roots.

He did not dare be careless. Raising a hand, he unfurled a great banner, from which thousands upon thousands of streams of golden clear qi surged forth, its upright and peaceful aura colliding against the lightning barrier.

The golden and purple currents of vast Dao essence crashed together with a thunderous roar. Yet there was no earthshaking din of slaughter—only rings upon rings of warm Dao Patterns rippling across the wilderness, stilling the windblown sand and freezing the drifting clouds.

Though the great banner's power was indeed tyrannical, the foundation of Shen Gongbao's lightning Dao barrier ran exceptionally deep, and it did not crumble in the slightest.

"What profoundly refined lightning Dao arts!" Jiang Ziya praised sincerely, though his doubts deepened further. "Since when did the Primordial Wilderness produce such a supreme inheritance of the lightning Dao?"

Before Jiang Ziya could think it through, Shen Gongbao formed another hand seal.

Fine, scattered purple lightning came pattering down from the sky, transforming into countless purifying Dao Patterns that swept toward the front of the Western Qi battle formation.

Sensing the power within them, Jiang Ziya turned the great banner in his hand into a heavenly canopy, sheltering