A Glimpse of Something Rare

With this thought, Kunpeng lost all patience for further discussion.

"So, Daoist Haotian is set on opposing This Seat?"

Hearing Kunpeng drop the humble "this poor Daoist" for the imperious "This Seat," Haotian knew full well the man was about to turn hostile.

He replied at once, "And is Daoist Kunpeng set on opposing all living beings of the Primordial World?"

At these words, Kunpeng's face turned ashen.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!

They all say your cultivation is formidable, Haotian.

Today, This Seat will see if you can truly detain me!"

With that, Kunpeng swept his sleeve and stowed Ying Zhao away.

He then transformed into his true form, the Roc Bird, and prepared to beat his wings and flee.

Seeing this, how could Haotian allow Kunpeng to act freely?

He immediately moved his mind, amplifying his power a thousandfold.

With another thought, the Imperial Dao Law coiled around him.

He opened his golden mouth.

"This place forbids flight!"

Under the Imperial Dao Law, Haotian's words became decree.

The power of the Law instantly formed a cage, enveloping a region a million li in radius.

That vast expanse became Haotian's Law Domain.

As the Law Cage manifested, Kunpeng, who had just taken flight, met disaster.

With the Imperial Dao Law forbidding flight, the Roc Bird lost all ability to soar and plummeted toward the ground.

Just as Kunpeng was about to crash, Haotian's majestic voice rang out again.

"This place forbids burrowing!"

In an instant.

The Law's power sealed the earth, spreading Dao Patterns that radiated a majestic golden light, as if laying a golden carpet over the ground.

A pity!

Kunpeng had no heart to admire such a splendid sight.

As he fell, he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

I, Kunpeng, am a Quasi-Saint!

A Quasi-Saint!

With a single word from Haotian's Law, This Seat can't even fly.

Is this the treatment a Quasi-Saint deserves?

And it didn't end there.

This bastard Haotian gave him no chance at all, even forbidding burrowing outright.

Truly no chance whatsoever!

But things were even worse than Kunpeng imagined.

Under the flight ban, he couldn't even control his own descent.

He could only watch helplessly as he plunged downward.

In mere moments, Kunpeng hit the ground with a loud "thump."

Fortunately, his Mana protected him; though he looked disheveled, he was actually unharmed.

Even so, Kunpeng's old face was thoroughly disgraced once more.

After tens of epochs, he had thought this appearance might salvage some of his image.

Instead, he had only shown his weakness.

Slowly picking himself up from the ground, Kunpeng knew that fleeing was no longer an option.

We're both Quasi-Saints.

Can you, Haotian, trap me with your Law's power?

Since you won't let me leave, I'll break your divine ability first, make you lose face, and then go.

With that thought, Kunpeng's mind stirred, and he offered up the River Diagram and Lo Shu Square to shield his body.

Immediately after, the Demon Master Palace appeared, crashing toward the Law Cage.

But what Kunpeng hadn't anticipated was that the Demon Master Palace had barely left his hand.

It instantly fell toward the ground.

"Boom"

The Demon Master Palace landed, and dust billowed up.

Seeing this, Kunpeng couldn't help but turn pale.

Boundless heavens!

This bastard Haotian's law was actually this formidable!

Under the power of the law, even a spiritual treasure couldn't fly through the air?

How the hell was he supposed to fight this?

Was This Seat supposed to go bare-handed and brawl with Haotian?

This Seat admits it!

The Demon Race's physical body was indeed formidable.

But was that bastard Haotian's body any weaker?

If he remembered correctly, that bastard's true form was the Chaos Divine Stone, right?

So now, the only hope of escape was to first use his own strength to break the Law Cage.

As for going to fight Haotian one-on-one?

That method looked practical and simple.

But its success rate was abysmally low.

Haotian was using a Law Domain—did you think he couldn't move freely within it?

Then Kunpeng's Mana surged, and he raised both fists, slamming them fiercely into the ground.

"Boom," "boom"—the sounds rang out without end.

If someone didn't know what was happening, they'd think someone was doing renovations.

Watching Kunpeng pound the ground relentlessly, Haotian was momentarily stunned.

He had to say.

This Kunpeng fellow had some brains.

Just not very many.

Imperial We has even forbidden your spiritual treasure from flying—do you think Imperial We would fear you breaking the Law Domain with your physical body?

Watching Kunpeng sweat profusely as he furiously hammered the ground, Haotian couldn't help but raise a hand to his forehead.

Unbearable to watch!

A generation's Demon Master!

A Quasi-Saint realm great power!

Now reduced to frantically pounding the floor.

Wasn't this dragging down the prestige of Quasi-Saints?

Unfortunately!

He, Haotian, was also at that level.

If he let Kunpeng keep this up, they'd both be disgraced together.

With that thought, Haotian spoke again: "Kunpeng, do not act rashly!"

The moment Haotian's words fell, Kunpeng, who had been furiously pounding the floor, instantly froze in place.

Realizing he couldn't move, Kunpeng was truly panicked now.

He knew this bastard Haotian might be strong.

But he hadn't expected him to be this strong!

Body immobilization?

That was a technique that only cultivators several realms higher could use on lower-level cultivators.

But with Haotian, a casual word was enough to pull it off.

And the key point was that he, Kunpeng, the "victim," was also at the Quasi-Saint realm alongside Haotian.

Could it be that This Seat had cultivated a fake "Dao"?

Kunpeng was already beginning to doubt his own existence as a demon.

But the Primordial World's great powers, who were watching the spectacle, all drew in a sharp breath at the same time.

You could call Kunpeng wicked.

But you couldn't call him weak!

Exactly!

Since Kunpeng had appeared in the world, he had almost never won a battle.

But that depended on who he was facing.

At Purple Cloud Palace, it was Jieyin and Zhunti.

Outside Purple Cloud Palace, it was Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, wielding the Chaos Bell.

And then there were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, that pack of brutes.

In other words, every match the Demon Master played was a peak-level game.

In such high-stakes battles, how many cultivators in the Primordial World could claim they were guaranteed to win?

So now, Kunpeng was taken down by Haotian in just a few words.

Was that Kunpeng's fault?

No!

It was Haotian's fault.

And a big one at that!

Everyone was comprehending their laws.

But no one had ever heard of anyone's laws being so heaven-defying.

Directly subduing a cultivator of the same realm with just a few words.

Could it be that Haotian had already reached a realm unknown to the rest of them?

If they were to face Haotian themselves, what would the outcome be?

Flight was impossible.

Spiritual treasures couldn't be used.

And there was a chance their movements would be sealed.

Damn it, if they went up against Haotian, their odds of winning weren't great.

On Kunlun Mountain.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate stared at the dazzling Dao Patterns of law.

His face was full of disbelief.

The Imperial Dao Law was this powerful?

It could directly bind a cultivator of the same realm?

This Seat couldn't even do that. Could it be that the law This Seat had comprehended was flawed?

Or had the Heavenly Dao opened a back door for Haotian?

After a moment of silence, Primordial Heavenly Venerate suddenly realized.

Haotian was really becoming a tough nut to crack.

When he refined a spiritual treasure, he came up with something This Seat couldn't understand.

Now that he was using his laws, it was the same situation.

Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor Position was truly that formidable?

If that were the case, This Seat should have taken the Heavenly Emperor Throne himself back then.

Why recommend a disciple?

That was an insult to the Heavenly Emperor Position!

No wonder the Old Man had directly set aside the saints and pushed Haotian up instead.