At that thought, Kunpeng lost all patience for further discussion.
"Fellow Daoist Haotian, have you truly made up your mind to oppose me?"
Hearing Kunpeng stop calling himself "this poor Daoist" and switch straight to "I,"
Haotian knew the man was ready to turn hostile.
He immediately replied, "Then, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, have you made up your mind to oppose all the living beings of the Primordial World?"
Kunpeng's face turned livid at those words.
"Good! Good! Good!
They all say your cultivation is impressive, Haotian.
Today, I'll see whether you can keep me here!"
As he spoke, Kunpeng swept his sleeve and took Ying Zhao away.
He then revealed his true form as a Roc Bird and prepared to spread his wings and leave.
Seeing this, how could Haotian let Kunpeng do as he pleased?
With a thought, he immediately increased his power a thousandfold.
Then, with another thought, Imperial Dao Law swirled around him.
At the same time, he opened his mouth and declared,
"Flight is forbidden here!"
Under the power of Imperial Dao Law, Haotian's words became law.
The power of law instantly formed a cage, enclosing the surrounding million li.
The entire million-li area became Haotian's Law Domain.
As the Law Cage appeared, Kunpeng, who had just spread his wings and taken flight, immediately suffered the consequences.
Under Imperial Dao Law's Air Prohibition, the Roc Bird Kunpeng had transformed into instantly lost the ability to fly and plunged toward the ground.
Just as Kunpeng was about to hit the ground, Haotian's solemn voice rang out again.
"Digging underground is forbidden here!"
In an instant,
the power of law sealed the ground. Dao Patterns spread across it, shining with an imposing golden light, as if laying a golden carpet over the earth.
What a pity!
Kunpeng had no mind to admire such a magnificent sight.
As he plummeted, he nearly spat up a mouthful of blood.
I, Kunpeng, am a Quasi-Saint!
A Quasi-Saint!
With a single word, Haotian used the power of law to keep me from even flying.
Was this the kind of treatment a Quasi-Saint was supposed to get?
And that wasn't all.
Haotian gave him no chance whatsoever. He'd even prohibited him from digging underground.
Not a single chance!
But things were even worse than Kunpeng had imagined.
With flight prohibited, he couldn't even control his descent.
All he could do was watch helplessly as he plummeted.
It took only a moment for Kunpeng to hit the ground with a thud.
Fortunately, Mana protected him. Though he looked disheveled,
he hadn't actually been hurt at all.
Even so, Kunpeng had once again lost every last bit of face.
Dozens of Yuanhui had passed.
He'd thought that by appearing this time, he could at least salvage his reputation a little.
Who could have known he'd end up embarrassing himself like this?
Slowly climbing to his feet, Kunpeng knew that simply trying to escape was no longer an option.
They were both Quasi-Saints.
Haotian could use the power of law to trap him?
If Haotian wouldn't let him leave, then he'd break Haotian's divine ability first, make him lose face, and leave afterward.
With that in mind,
Kunpeng summoned the River Diagram and Lo Shu Square to protect himself.
Then the Demon Master Palace appeared and hurtled toward the Law Cage.
But what Kunpeng hadn't expected was that the moment the Demon Master Palace left his hand,
it immediately fell toward the ground.
Thud!
The Demon Master Palace hit the ground, and a cloud of dust billowed up.
Kunpeng's face went deathly pale.
Good heavens!
Haotian's laws were terrifying!
Under the power of law, even a spiritual treasure couldn't travel through the air?
How was he supposed to fight this?
Was he supposed to fight Haotian hand-to-hand with his bare fists?
He admitted it!
The Demon Race had formidable physical bodies.
But was Haotian's body weak?
If he remembered correctly, Haotian's true form was the Chaos Divine Stone, wasn't it?
So his only hope of getting out was to use his own strength to break the Law Cage.
As for challenging Haotian one-on-one?
That plan looked practical and simple.
But the chances of success were absurdly low.
Haotian had created this Law Domain. Did Kunpeng really think Haotian couldn't move freely within it?
Kunpeng circulated his Mana, raised both fists, and slammed them fiercely into the ground.
Thud! Thud! The blows rang out without end.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought someone was doing renovations.
Watching Kunpeng pound the ground, Haotian was momentarily dumbfounded.
He had to admit,
Kunpeng had a bit of a brain.
Just not much of one.
He'd even prohibited your spiritual treasure from moving through the air. Did you really think he'd be afraid of you breaking the Law Domain with your bare hands?
Watching Kunpeng sweat as he pounded the ground over and over,
Haotian couldn't help raising a hand to his forehead.
It was too painful to watch!
A mighty Demon Master!
A great Quasi-Saint!
And now he'd fallen to hammering the floor.
Wasn't that lowering the dignity of Quasi-Saints?
Unfortunately,
Haotian was in that same league.
If he let Kunpeng carry on, he'd be dragging everyone down with him.
With that thought,
Haotian spoke again. "Kunpeng, do not move!"
The instant Haotian finished speaking, Kunpeng, who had been pounding the ground, froze in place.
When Kunpeng realized he couldn't move, he truly panicked.
He'd known Haotian might be powerful.
But he hadn't expected him to be this powerful!
Paralysis?
That was a spell that cultivators several realms higher could use on lower-ranked cultivators.
Yet Haotian had managed it with a casual remark.
And the key point was that Kunpeng, the "victim," was at the same Quasi-Saint realm as Haotian.
Had he cultivated a fake Dao?
Kunpeng was already questioning his entire existence.
Meanwhile, the great powers of the Primordial World watching the spectacle all drew in a sharp breath.
You could say Kunpeng was a villain.
But you couldn't say he was weak!
That was right!
Since Kunpeng had first appeared, he'd almost never won a fight.
But that depended on who he was up against.
At Zixiao Palace, he'd faced Jieyin and Zhunti.
Outside Zixiao Palace, he'd faced Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who wielded the Chaos Bell.
And then there were those brawny Twelve Ancestral Witches.
You could say the Demon Master's every fight had been a high-level match.
In the Primordial World, how many cultivators would dare claim they were guaranteed to win a match like that?
So, was it really Kunpeng's fault that Haotian had subdued him in just a few words?
No!
This was Haotian's problem.
And it was a serious problem!
Everyone was trying to comprehend the laws.
But no one had ever heard of anyone comprehending laws so powerful that they defied the heavens.
He'd subdued a cultivator of the same realm with just a few words.
Could it be that Haotian had already reached a realm they knew nothing about?
What would happen if they faced Haotian?
They wouldn't be able to fly.
They wouldn't be able to use their spiritual treasures.
And they might even be immobilized.
If they went up against Haotian, their odds of winning wouldn't be good.
On Kunlun Mountain,
Primordial Heavenly Venerate stared at the gleaming Dao Patterns.
His face was full of disbelief.
Was Imperial Dao Law really this powerful?
It could directly immobilize a cultivator of the same realm?
Even he couldn't do that. Did that mean there was something wrong with the laws he'd comprehended?
Or had Heavenly Dao given Haotian special treatment?
After a moment of silence, Primordial Heavenly Venerate suddenly realized
that Haotian had truly become troublesome.
He'd been refining a spiritual treasure and had come up with something Primordial Heavenly Venerate couldn't understand.
Now, when he used the laws, the same thing happened.
Could the Heavenly Emperor Position really be that powerful?
If that were true, he should have taken the Heavenly Emperor Throne himself back then.
Why recommend one of his disciples?
That had been an insult to the Heavenly Emperor Position!
No wonder Old Man had gone straight around them Sages
and put Haotian on the throne.
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