Queen Medusa Bets Everything, Only for the Dou Ancestor!

"Well met!"

Facing Zhunti's golden giant palm that blotted out the sky, Zhao Gongming was not the least bit afraid. Instead, his fighting spirit soared!

He had long wanted to test just how big the gap was between himself and a Saint!

"Break for me!"

Zhao Gongming roared, pouring all his magical power into the twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads above his head without reservation.

Hum--

The twenty-four precious beads shone brightly, merging into one in an instant, transforming into an incredibly thick, multicolored torrent. Like a reversed Milky Way, it fiercely charged towards the golden giant palm!

This power, gathered from the might of twenty-four minor worlds, far surpassed the scope of a Quasi-Saint.

Where it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and earth, water, fire, and wind surged, as if to reopen chaos!

RUMBLE!!!

A roar loud enough to shatter the soul of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal exploded over the East Sea.

The multicolored torrent and the golden giant palm collided violently in mid-air.

A ferocious energy storm swept out in all directions from the point of impact.

Within a radius of a million miles, the seawater was instantly vaporized, revealing the dark seabed. Countless islands were reduced to dust by the impact of this storm.

Innumerable living beings who couldn't escape in time were innocently caught in this battle between Gods.

At the center of the impact.

The golden giant palm, condensed by the Saint's magical power, was actually held back by the multicolored torrent!

It was even being pushed back, inch by inch!

"What?"

For the first time, a look of genuine surprise appeared on Zhunti Daoist's lewd face.

Although he hadn't used his full strength, this palm strike was enough to easily suppress any Quasi-Saint.

Yet, this Zhao Gongming, relying on the might of his magic treasure, could actually resist it, and even show signs of counter-attack?

Could the Sea Calming Divine Beads possess such terrifying power?

"Hahaha! Zhunti! You Saint are nothing more than this!"

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming's confidence surged, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

He felt his blood burning within him!

To be able to confront a Saint head-on, what glory! What might!

"Again!"

He urged his magical power once more. The might of the multicolored torrent intensified by another third, actually forcing the golden giant palm to retreat steadily!

Zhunti's expression finally turned somewhat ugly.

He felt his dignity was somewhat compromised.

A dignified Saint, struggling to defeat a mere Quasi-Saint? If this were to spread, would Zhunti still have any face left?

"A glow from a mere grain of rice?"

Zhunti snorted coldly, his eyes completely chilling.

"Zhao Gongming, I originally intended to spare you some dignity. Since you are so unappreciative, do not blame me for bullying the small!"

"Let me show you what true Saintly means are!"

As soon as his voice fell, a golden Dharma image, ten thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared behind Zhunti.

The Dharma image had twenty-four heads and eighteen arms, holding various treasures such as necklaces, parasols, flower garlands, fish intestines, vajras, jeweled files, golden bells, golden bows, silver halberds, and banners. Its appearance was solemn, its pressure overwhelming the three realms!

It was his Dao-proving Dharma body—the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!

With the appearance of his Dharma body, Zhunti's aura surged, instantly breaking through a critical point.

A terrifying pressure, truly belonging to a Saint, that transcended the Heavenly Dao and viewed all beings as ants, completely enveloped the area.

Under this pressure, Zhao Gongming felt his soul tremble. The newfound pride and fighting spirit were instantly extinguished by more than half.

He felt as if he had become a tiny ant, gazing up at an unshakeable, incomprehensible primordial divine mountain.

"This... this is the true strength of a Saint?"

For the first time, a sense of "powerlessness" surged in Zhao Gongming's heart.

The gap was too vast.

So vast it made him despair.

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"Now, do you know the difference?" Zhunti's voice, like a Heavenly Dao decree, echoed in Zhao Gongming's soul.

"It's too late!"

He stopped wasting words. With a stretch of his right hand, a branch shimmering with seven-colored divine light, neither gold nor jade, neither wood nor stone, appeared in his hand.

It was precisely his treasure for proving the Dao, the one that could brush away anything—the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!

"A nice magic treasure, but unfortunately, it will soon be mine."

Zhunti looked at the Sea Calming Divine Beads above Zhao Gongming's head, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

He gently waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand.

A seven-colored divine light, seemingly ordinary yet containing the ultimate principles of the Great Dao, flew out from the tree and brushed towards the five-colored torrent that was resisting the giant golden palm.

A bizarre scene occurred.

The five-colored torrent, unleashed by the combined power of the twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads with boundless might, instantly dispersed like melting snow and ice upon contact with the seven-colored divine light, transforming into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads themselves dimmed, as if losing all their sentience. They were swept up by the seven-colored divine light and flew towards Zhunti's hand!

"No!"

Zhao Gongming was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body.

He felt the blood-bound connection between himself and the Sea Calming Divine Beads being forcibly severed by an irresistible force!

How could this be possible!

The Sea Calming Divine Beads were his companion spirit treasures, the foundation of his Dao path! How could they be so easily snatched away?

Without a second thought, he immediately unleashed the other magic treasures he had just acquired.

"Sky-Turning Seal! Go!"

The mountain-like Sky-Turning Seal, carrying the law of peerless gravity, smashed down towards Zhunti!

Zhunti didn't even look. With a flick of his wrist, he brushed again.

The seven-colored divine light flashed. The arrogant Sky-Turning Seal, capable of smashing even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal into a pulp, didn't even cause a ripple before it dimmed and was brushed away, its destination unknown.

"Yin Yang Mirror!"

Zhao Gongming's face turned pale. He unleashed the Yin Yang Mirror again, its black death ray shooting towards Zhunti's Nascent Soul!

Zhunti merely sneered. The Sixteen-Foot Golden Body behind him emitted myriad rays of Buddhist light.

The formless death ray, upon hitting the Buddhist light, evaporated instantly like mist under the sun.

"Qiankun Ruler!"

Zhao Gongming had completely lost it, hurling all his magic treasures out in a frenzy.

However, before a Saint wielding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and manifesting the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, all of this was futile.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

As the seven-colored divine light flashed again and again.

The Yin Yang Mirror was brushed away.

The Qiankun Ruler was brushed away.

Even the Dragon Binding Rope on his body was forcefully ripped from him and brushed away.

In the blink of an eye, all of Zhao Gongming's magic treasures were brushed clean by Zhunti using the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!

He had become a complete and utter "pauper."

"Pfft..."

His magic treasures gone, his mind and spirit wounded, Zhao Gongming could no longer hold on. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the bare seabed rocks below.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the Zhunti Daoist in mid-air, holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree like a god or demon, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

He had lost.

Lost so utterly, so decisively, so... without any ability to fight back.

Everything he prided himself on—his strength, his magic treasures, his confidence—was a joke in the face of a true Saint.

"Heh heh... Heh heh heh..."

Zhao Gongming let out a bitter laugh, full of self-mockery.

"The foremost person beneath the Saints? What am I even..."

Zhunti slowly descended and stood before him, looking down at him, his face regaining its compassionate expression.

"Zhao Gongming, are you willing now to enter my Western lands and convert to my Buddha?"

In his view, Zhao Gongming was already fish on his chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

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