These two peerless experts showed no hesitation in confronting the Sect Masters filling the sky, all to protect this young man who had endured hardship every step of the way.
The great battle erupted in an instant.
The master of Fire Cloud Cave, the Immortal Hall's second-in-command, the Celestial Clan's protector, and a host of other Giants struck simultaneously. All manner of world-destroying Magic Treasures and divine abilities came crashing down upon the central battlefield like a deluge.
Qi Daolin shone from head to toe, wielding the supreme Dao arts he had learned by secretly studying a hundred schools and fused into one with utmost brilliance.
One moment, he transformed into a True Dragon; the next, he unleashed the Divine Phoenix precious technique, single-handedly resisting the combined siege of several Sect Masters.
His golden Daoist robe was swiftly dyed red with blood, yet the fiercer the battle grew, the braver he became, his laughter shaking the heavens.
Kunpeng Son was even more berserk. His colossal body, ten thousand zhang tall, was itself the most terrifying weapon.
His golden wings were like two divine swords that could cleave the heavens, each sweep tearing apart vast stretches of void.
Withstanding the Heavenly Kingdom vice sect master's assassinations and the Nether Lord's death gaze, he rampaged through the crowd. Relying solely on his indestructible physique, he engaged the Sect Masters in a bloody fight where life and death were cast aside.
Heaven and earth were collapsing; sun and moon lost their light.
This was a Sect Master-level melee rarely seen in the Three Thousand Provinces.
Amid this tense, blade-drawn moment, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
In a stretch of void far from the battlefield, the geniuses whom their elders had each led away were silently watching it all.
Most wore indifferent expressions,