The Death of Daoist Feng, the Two Sages of the West's Schemes, and What Was the Dao Ancestor Wary Of?

"Junior Brother!"

Saint Jieyin's expression changed in shock.

He hurriedly thrust out the Anointing Divine Pestle and brought the Bitter Bamboo, Buddhist Banner, Golden Lotus, Divine Pearl, and other treasures forward to shield him.

Only after sacrificing more than a dozen Houtian Spiritual Treasures did he manage to save Saint Zhunti!!

"How! How could he hurt me inside the formation?"

Saint Zhunti was shocked and furious. Without another word, he seized the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and lashed it across Daoist Feng's back, sending him stumbling and coughing blood.

"Feng Wuxing. He has cultivated this dao as his specialty for who knows how many Yuan Hui. Naturally, he could wound you the moment we let our guard down."

Profound mysteries of the Great Dao flickered in Saint Jieyin's eyes.

Having unraveled what had happened, he said coldly, "Junior Brother, there's no time to lose. Our only choice now is to wound him severely, then kill him. Only then can we put today's affair to rest. Otherwise, the benefits our Western Teachings can gain in the coming struggle over the Human Dao will likely shrink considerably."

"My strength isn't enough. Sorry for the trouble, Senior Brother."

Saint Zhunti cupped his hands toward him, and Saint Jieyin nodded slightly.

Then,

they charged at Daoist Feng!!

Within the Western Teachings Buddha-God Execution Formation,

towering Buddha Gods of boundless majesty, sacred and auspicious, began to move. Waves of auspicious light spread from them, and every manner of divine radiance and Immortal Light rippled outward.

Unceasing chants and Buddhist script wound around them like long rivers.

They manifested in full.

"More empty tricks. Heavenly Dao Saints are pitifully weak, born by relying on the dao of the Primordial Wilderness, without a dao of their own. And you Saints of the West are the weakest of