Medusa's Peak Impact

Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao floated in mid-air, stunned, watching as two "great powers" tore through the void one after another and disappeared into the sky. They were speechless for a long time.

"Shi... Senior Brother, what... what is going on?" the younger Xiao Sheng stammered, his earlier excitement gone, replaced by confusion and lingering fear.

When the yellow-robed Daoist had chased after them, the Saint's pressure that erupted, though fleeting, had made the two brothers feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their souls nearly frozen.

A Saint!

They had just witnessed someone attack and knock a magic treasure from the hands of a Saint!

The thought made Xiao Sheng's legs go weak, and he almost fell from his cloud.

Cao Bao's face was also ashen. He was slightly more composed than his junior brother, but his mind was in chaos.

He forced himself to calm down and analyzed, "Junior Brother, we... we seem to have caused a huge problem."

"That yellow-robed Daoist was definitely a Saint! And the one he was chasing... seemed to be Randeng, the Daoist of the Sect of Explanation?" Cao Bao said uncertainly. He had seen Randeng from afar once at a Myriad Immortals Assembly.

"Then... what do we do now?" Xiao Sheng was on the verge of tears. "We've offended a Saint! Will he come back to settle the score with us?"

"He... probably won't, right?" Cao Bao was also unsure. "He's busy chasing Randeng and snatching the magic treasure right now. He might not think of us for a while. We should leave this place of trouble immediately!"

As he spoke, he prepared to drag his junior brother away.

However, at that moment, his gaze inadvertently swept over the ravaged seabed rocks below.

A person lay on the rocks.

A person wearing a Jiejiao Daoist robe, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, and extremely weak.

It was Zhao Gongming, who had been severely injured by Zhunti and then completely bewildered by Randeng's appearance.

"Huh? Senior Brother, look, there's someone else there!" Xiao Sheng also spotted him.

Cao Bao's eyes flickered.

A bold idea surfaced in his mind.

"Junior Brother, wait here. I'll go down and take a look."

He suppressed the tremor in his heart and slowly descended, arriving before Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming was currently in a semi-conscious state.

Losing his magic treasure, the impact of the Saint's pressure, and Randeng's betrayal – this series of blows had shattered his Dao heart completely.

He was now filled with despair, only wishing for death.

Cao Bao looked at him and cautiously sent out a wisp of his divine sense.

When he sensed the unique aura of Jiejiao on Zhao Gongming, and his cultivation, though weak, was still at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level, Cao Bao's breathing instantly quickened.

Jiejiao!

Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

Coupled with the scene just moments ago, an astonishing guess formed in his mind.

This person was likely the "God of War" of Jiejiao, Zhao Gongming, who had been making waves and was incredibly famous in the Primordial Era!

He had actually been beaten into this state by that Saint!

Greed and killing intent flashed simultaneously in Cao Bao's eyes!

A severely injured, dying Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had lost all his magic treasures!

This was practically a walking treasure trove!

Even if he had no magic treasures left, the Dao fruit he had cultivated for countless years, his physical body, his Nascent Soul – these were priceless treasures for rogue cultivators like them!

If they could refine him, perhaps it would allow the two brothers to break through to the Grand Unity realm in one fell swoop!

Fortune favors the bold!

Having already offended a Saint, their situation was dire.

But if they could gain immense benefits here, perhaps there was still a sliver of hope for survival!

"Junior Brother! Come down!"

Cao Bao shouted to Xiao Sheng in the sky.

Xiao Sheng, not understanding, also flew down.

"Senior Brother, what is it?"

"Kill him!" Cao Bao pointed at Zhao Gongming on the ground, his eyes flashing with madness. "He is Zhao Gongming of Jiejiao! Kill him and refine him! We can ascend to heaven in a single step!"

"What? Zhao Gongming?" Xiao Sheng was also startled, but immediately, a greedy look similar to his senior brother's appeared in his eyes.

Man dies for wealth, birds die for food.

In the face of immense profit, their fear was temporarily suppressed.

"Okay! Senior Brother! Let's do it!"

They exchanged a glance, both having made up their minds.

"What... do you want to do..."

Zhao Gongming, lying on the ground, seemed to sense their killing intent. He struggled to open his eyes and asked weakly, "What are you doing?" Cao Bao sneered, "Fellow Daoist Zhao Gongming, you were a hero your entire life, yet you never expected to fall into the hands of two unknown nobodies like us in the end, did you?"

"If you're going to blame anyone, blame your bad luck! Today, let us, brothers, send you on your way!"

With that, he stopped wasting words, unleashed his flying sword, and fiercely thrust it towards Zhao Gongming's head!

"Kill!"

Xiao Sheng also attacked at the same time, channeling his magic power into a divine light that shot towards Zhao Gongming's heart.

"No..."

Zhao Gongming looked at the two attacks heading towards him, his eyes filled with endless sorrow and despair.

He, Zhao Gongming, had roamed the Primordial Era, defeated three top experts from the Sect of Explanation, and even dared to contend with Saints.

He never dreamed that he would ultimately die at the hands of two rogue cultivators who weren't even Golden Immortals.

What a mockery! What a humiliation!

He wanted to resist, but his magic power was long exhausted, his immortal body was on the verge of collapse, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

He could only watch as the flying sword and divine light grew larger and larger in his pupils.

"Master... Sister... I... I'm not reconciled..."

This was his last utterance in this world.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The flying sword pierced his skull, and the divine light shattered his heart.

This former master disciple of the Jiejiao's outer sect, who once shook the Primordial Era and was hailed as "the foremost beneath the Saints," met such a stifled and tragic end at the hands of two unknown rogue cultivators.

A True Spirit leisurely rose from his shattered immortal body, carrying endless regret and unwillingness, transforming into a stream of light that shot towards the direction of the void.

Within the Investiture of the Gods Space.

Shen Zhaochi watched it all silently.

From Zhunti's appearance, to Randeng's theft, and then Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao finishing him off.

Everything unfolded exactly as he had scripted, not deviating in the slightest.

"Killing with a borrowed knife, hitting three targets with one stone, perfect."

Shen Zhaochi's face remained expressionless.

The first blow was from Zhunti. Using the power of a Saint to shatter Zhao Gongming's Dao heart and seize his magic treasures, leaving him completely powerless to resist.

The second blow was from Randeng. Letting him steal the magic treasures would divert Zhunti's attention, creating the perfect timing and environment for the final kill.

The third blow was from Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao. Using two of the most insignificant ants to end the life of this "hero," delivering the most crushing mockery from fate.

And he, Shen Zhaochi, was merely a director watching coldly from the sidelines the entire time.

No one could possibly link Zhao Gongming's death to him.

In everyone's eyes, Zhao Gongming's death was a series of unfortunate events.

It was Zhunti's greed, Randeng's betrayal, and Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao's disloyalty for profit, all contributing to this tragedy.

"Rest in peace, Zhao Gongming."

Shen Zhaochi said softly, watching the True Spirit fly into the Investiture of the Gods Space.

"Your death is not without value."

"Your death will be the fuse that ignites Sanxiao's fury, a crucial step in pulling the Western Teachings completely into the fray, and my most important piece in thoroughly disrupting this Calamity."