One Man Fights Four Saints, Qin Mu Faces a Crisis of Demise

Rumble!

Four pillars of Saintly Might pierced through heaven and earth. Like four sky-supporting columns, they nailed Peach Mountain firmly to the Primordial Land.

At that moment, it was as though the entire world had been muted.

This pressure was no longer the half-hearted probing of incarnations descending into the world. It was the purest, most primal crushing force born from the very origin of the Heavenly Dao.

On Peach Mountain, the Sect of Interception disciples who had just been cheering wildly at their Senior Brother's divine might froze in ecstatic disbelief. They felt their Primordial Spirits, immortal bodies, and even their True Spirits being crushed inch by inch beneath that pressure. Even their thoughts slowed to a crawl.

Thud!

Zhao Gongming, San Xiao, Fire Spirit Holy Mother... Daluo Golden Immortals and even Quasi-Saint-level experts, one after another, were pressed helplessly to the ground like mere mortals. They did not even have the strength to move a finger.

So this was the pressure of the true bodies of Heavenly Dao Saints?

Compared to those four incarnations from before, they were as different as fireflies and the blazing moon!

Master... can he withstand this?

Yang Jian thought inwardly.

The same question rose in the hearts of countless great experts throughout the Primordial Land's Three Realms.

Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Xuandu Great Mage watched the world-destroying scene in the water mirror, his face turning pale as he could not help asking, "Master, Martial Uncle Yuanshi and the other four Saints have all come in their true bodies. Then... Senior Brother Qin Mu, he..."

Taishang Laozi held his whisk as he watched in silence. For the first time, ripples appeared in those detached eyes of his. He gently shook his head, offering no answer.

That shake of his head made Xuandu's heart