"Bring it on!"
Faced with Zhunti's golden palm blotting out the sky, Zhao Gongming showed not the slightest fear. Instead, his fighting spirit soared!
He had long wanted to test just how great the gap was between him and a Saint!
"Break!"
With a roar, Zhao Gongming poured all his magical power without reservation into the twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads above his head.
Humm—
The twenty-four beads blazed with light, merging into one in an instant. They became a massive torrent of five-colored light, like the Milky Way flowing backward, and surged toward the golden palm!
This force drew on the might of twenty-four minor worlds. Its power had already far surpassed the bounds of a Quasi-Saint.
Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, while Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind churned, as if the chaos were about to be remade!
BOOM!!!
A thunderous crash, powerful enough to shatter the soul of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, erupted above the Eastern Sea.
The five-colored torrent and the golden palm collided in midair.
A violent storm of energy surged outward in every direction from the point of impact.
Within a radius of a million li, the seawater instantly evaporated, exposing the pitch-black seabed. Countless islands were ground to dust by the storm.
Countless living beings who had no time to escape became innocent casualties in this clash between immortals.
At the center of the collision,
the golden palm, condensed from a Saint's magical power, was actually held back by the five-colored torrent!
It was even being pushed back, inch by inch!
"What?"
For the first time, genuine astonishment appeared on Zhunti's leering face.
He hadn't used his full strength, but even so, this palm should have been enough to easily suppress any Quasi-Saint.
Yet Zhao Gongming had managed to withstand it with the power of his magic treasure—and was even showing signs of pushing back?
Were the Sea Calming Divine Beads really this terrifying?
"Hahaha! Zhunti! You're a Saint, but you're nothing special!"
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming's confidence soared, and he couldn't help bursting into laughter.
He could feel the blood in his body burning!
To face a Saint in a head-on fight—what glory! What prestige!
"Again!"
He channeled his magical power once more. The five-colored torrent grew even stronger, and it truly began to force the golden palm back, step by step!
Zhunti's expression finally darkened.
He felt his dignity slipping.
A mighty Saint couldn't even subdue a Quasi-Saint after all this time? If word got out, what would become of Zhunti's reputation?
"A mere speck of light dares to rival the sun and moon?"
Zhunti gave a cold snort, his gaze turning utterly icy.
"Zhao Gongming, I'd intended to spare you some dignity. Since you refuse to know what's good for you, don't blame me for using my greater strength against you!"
"Let me show you what a Saint is truly capable of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden Dharma Form, towering ten thousand zhang tall, suddenly appeared behind Zhunti.
It had twenty-four heads and eighteen arms. It held prayer beads, a parasol, flower garlands, a fish gut sword, a vajra pestle, a precious file, golden bells, a golden bow, a silver halberd, banners, and many other magic treasures. Its countenance was solemn and majestic, and its might pressed down upon the Three Realms!
It was his Dao-Proving Dharma Body—the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!
As the Dharma Body appeared, Zhunti's aura rose steadily, breaking through a threshold in an instant.
A terrifying pressure, truly belonging to a Saint—standing above the Heavenly Dao and regarding all living beings as ants—engulfed the world.
Under that pressure, Zhao Gongming felt his soul trembling. The pride and fighting spirit that had just risen in him were instantly doused.
He felt as though he'd become a tiny ant, gazing up at an ancient divine mountain that could neither be moved nor understood.
"Th-this is a Saint's true strength?"
For the first time, Zhao Gongming felt something called helplessness rise in his heart.
The gap was simply too great.
Great enough to drive him to despair.
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"Now do you understand the difference?" Zhunti's voice rang through Zhao Gongming's soul like a judgment from the Heavenly Dao.
"Too late!"
He said no more. Reaching out with his right hand, he produced a branch that shimmered with seven-colored light, neither metal nor jade, neither wood nor stone.
It was his Dao-Proving supreme treasure, the one that could brush away anything—the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!
"Nice treasures. Too bad they'll be mine soon."
Zhunti looked at the Sea Calming Divine Beads above Zhao Gongming's head, greed flashing in his eyes.
He gave the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree a casual wave.
A seemingly ordinary beam of seven-colored light, one that nevertheless contained the profound principles of the Great Dao, flew from the tree and swept toward the five-colored torrent still locked against the golden palm.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The mighty five-colored torrent, formed by the combined power of the twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads, came into contact with the seven-colored light and instantly collapsed like melting snow, dissolving into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The twenty-four Sea Calming Divine Beads themselves dimmed, as if all their spiritual essence had been stripped away. Wrapped in the seven-colored light, they flew toward Zhunti's hand!
"No!"
Zhao Gongming was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body.
He felt the blood-bound connection between himself and the Sea Calming Divine Beads being forcibly severed by an irresistible power!
How was this possible?
The Sea Calming Divine Beads were his companion treasures, the foundation of his cultivation! How could they be taken from him so easily?
Without a moment's hesitation, he brought out several other magic treasures he had just acquired.
"Sky-Turning Seal! Go!"
The mountain-sized Sky-Turning Seal, bearing the force of an unstoppable law of gravity, came crashing down toward Zhunti's head!
Zhunti didn't even look. He merely swept the tree again.
The seven-colored light flashed, and the peerless Sky-Turning Seal—which could pound even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal into a pulp—failed to make the slightest splash. It was brushed away, its light dimmed, and vanished in an unknown direction.
"Yin Yang Mirror!"
With his face deathly pale, Zhao Gongming brought out the Yin Yang Mirror. A ray of black death-light shot toward Zhunti's primordial spirit!
Zhunti only gave a cold laugh. The Sixteen-Foot Golden Body behind him released ten thousand rays of Buddhist Light.
The intangible death-light struck the Buddhist Light like mist beneath the sun, evaporating in an instant.
"Qiankun Ruler!"
Zhao Gongming had gone completely mad. He hurled every magic treasure he owned at Zhunti in one go.
Yet before a Saint wielding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and displaying the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, it was all futile.
Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!
As the seven-colored 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 forcibly torn from him and swept away.
In the blink of an eye, every magic treasure Zhao Gongming possessed had been brushed away by Zhunti's Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!
He had been reduced to a completely "penniless man."
"Puh..."
With his magic treasures taken and his mind wounded, Zhao Gongming could no longer hold on. He spat out a great mouthful of blood and fell from midair, crashing hard onto the bare rocks of the seabed below.
He struggled to raise his head and looked at Zhunti, who stood in midair with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in hand, like a god or demon. Despair and resentment filled his eyes.
He had lost.
He had lost completely, utterly, and without even the slightest chance to fight back.
Everything he had once been proud of—his strength, his treasures, his confidence—was a joke before a true Saint.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Zhao Gongming laughed bitterly, his laughter full of self-mockery.
"First beneath the Saints? What am I, anyway..."
Zhunti slowly descended and stood before him, looking down with the compassionate expression he'd worn before.
"Zhao Gongming, are you willing to join my Western Religion and take refuge in the Buddha now?"
In Zhunti's eyes, Zhao Gongming was already a fish on the chopping block, ready for him to carve up.
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