Blasting the Four Saint Clones

Even if these four Saints were only incarnations, the force of this would be enough to smash all of Peach Mountain to pieces.

Could Senior Brother Qin Mu withstand it?

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

Yet, faced with this world-destroying blow, Qin Mu, standing at the heart of the storm, did not so much as lift an eyelid.

He merely slowly raised his right hand.

Time seemed to become incomparably slow at that moment.

Before countless tense, terrified, horrified gazes—

The Sword Qi capable of tearing apart chaos, the sword net that sealed heaven and earth, the Merit Golden Lotus that suppressed the thousand worlds, the seven-colored divine light that ground all laws into nothingness—

Four destructive powers representing the pinnacle of the Primordial Wilderness came crashing in from four directions at once, aimed at the blue-robed figure standing still with only one hand raised.

It was over!

That was the thought that sprang into the minds of all the great experts watching the battle.

No one believed anyone could survive such a terrifying combined attack.

Even if the true bodies of the Saints had arrived, they would likely have had to avoid the brunt of such an assault.

Yet Qin Mu neither dodged nor evaded!

"Senior Brother!"

Daoist Duobao and the others cried out, their eyes splitting with rage.

"Master!"

Yang Jian was even more shattered in heart and soul. He could not accept that the master who had only just appeared and held up the heavens for him was about to perish here.

Yet just before those four attacks were about to touch Qin Mu's body—

A sudden change occurred.

Bzzzt—

A long spear, dark gold from end to end and wreathed in endless Chaos Sha Qi, appeared in Qin Mu's palm without warning.

Destruction Divine Spear!