Xuanyuan's pupils contracted. After living for so long, this was the first time he had seen someone produce so many top-grade magic treasures at once.
Kong Xuan's mouth fell open, and it took him a long while to close it.
He suddenly understood something—why this Second Senior Brother of the Sect of Interception was called "Duobao."
It was not a name. It was a footnote to his strength.
"Randeng." Duobao's voice remained calm, so calm that it inspired despair.
"You just said you were going to offend me?"
"Then let me ask you something."
"Are you sure?"
Randeng's Adam's apple bobbed, sweat beading at his temples.
The composure of a peak Quasi-Saint wavered at that moment.
It was not fear.
It was despair.
Such an overwhelming gap was not something risking one's life or revealing one's trump cards could bridge.
"Collect!"
Duobao gave him no time to react and pushed forward with his right hand.
The thousands of magic treasures moved at once.
They did not come crashing down in a chaotic swarm. Instead, they moved along some exquisitely intricate trajectories, forming a perfect formation of magic treasures.
Every Magic treasure was a formation eye, and every Magic treasure was a killing move.
A thousand treasures formed an array; ten thousand techniques returned to one.
Rumble!
The first wave of attacks descended.
Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Flags transformed into thirty-six world-destroying flag shadows, directly tearing Randeng's ancient lamp barrier to pieces.
"What?!" Randeng was horrified and hurriedly retreated.
But wherever he retreated, those magic treasures followed.
The second wave came immediately after.
Twelve immortal treasure mirrors simultaneously released beams of spiritual light, sealing off all of Randeng's escape routes from twelve directions. Where the mirror light converged, space itself froze.
Randeng was trapped in place.
The third wave.
One hundred and