The Sky-Covering World, Sacrificing Nine Dragons!

"Damn it! Who exactly is plotting against me?"

Randeng was both shocked and furious.

He could be sure this was absolutely not a natural disaster, but a man-made one!

Someone was using great Magical Power against him!

Who could it be?

Tongtian?

Possible. He had helped Yuanshi scheme against the Intercepting Sect, and Tongtian held a grudge, so retaliating was logical.

However, for a Saint to act, wouldn't it be a bit petty?

A direct Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi would have killed him or severely wounded him. Why bother with such a trick involving lightning strikes?

Could it be those two from the West?

Unlikely. Those two were busy poaching disciples and didn't have time to bother with him.

Randeng racked his brain but couldn't figure it out.

He put away his magical treasures, his expression grim as he continued on his way.

After flying for a short while, a colossal wave suddenly surged up from the sea ahead.

Standing atop the wave was a Yaksha holding a steel fork, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

"Halt! What kind of Daoist dares to trespass in my East Sea territory!"

Upon seeing Randeng, the Yaksha, without asking any questions, thrust its steel fork towards him.

Randeng almost laughed in anger.

A mere Yaksha at the Heavenly Immortal realm dared to attack him?

Normally, he could blow this Yaksha to smithereens with a single breath.

But today, his mood was extremely foul.

"Scram!"

Randeng waved his large sleeve, and a surge of Magical Power erupted, intending to swat away this clueless creature.

But just then, another change occurred.

Behind the Yaksha, eight more figures suddenly appeared.

They were the eight great princes of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

Ao Bing, who was at the forefront, saw Randeng attack his patrolling Yaksha and became instantly enraged.

"How dare you, you wild Daoist, commit violence in my East Sea! Seize him!"

The eight Dragon Princes, all Golden Immortals, attacked together with immense power.

Randeng's brow furrowed tightly.

He wasn't afraid of these little dragons, but he found everything about today to be extremely strange.

First, he was struck by lightning, and now the East Sea Dragon Clan was picking a fight with him.

Had he stumbled into a nest of bad luck?

He didn't want to tangle with these juniors and prepared to reveal his Quasi-Saint aura to repel them.

But the moment he prepared to act.

The seawater beneath his feet suddenly transformed into a massive whirlpool.

An irresistible suction force pulled him down towards the seabed.

"Not good! It's the Immortal Trapping Formation!"

Randeng was greatly alarmed.

Someone had actually set up a small-scale Immortal Trapping Formation in the seabed!

Although the formation was crude, its advantage lay in its surprise.

Combined with the siege by the eight Dragon Princes and his prior injury from the divine lightning, a moment's carelessness had led him into the trap.

He was sucked into the formation, surrounded by endless Sword Qi and the pressure of the seawater, rendering him unable to move.

"Hahaha! We've got you!"

Ao Bing and the others were overjoyed and activated the formation, preparing to refine Randeng.

Randeng felt both angry and anxious.

To think that he, a dignified Quasi-Saint, would fall into the hands of mere juniors today. If this were to spread, how could he possibly maintain his standing in the Primordial Era?

"Break for me!"

Randeng roared in anger, and the Lingjiu Lamp and Qiankun Ruler simultaneously erupted with brilliant light.

How immense was the power of these two top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

BOOM!

The small Immortal Trapping Formation was directly blown to smithereens.

The eight Dragon Princes were also sent spewing blood and flying backward, shaken by the force.

Randeng broke free, his hair disheveled, looking even more disheveled than before.

He looked at the terrified Dragon Princes, his killing intent fully revealed.

"You all will die!"

Just as he was about to act, a majestic voice echoed from the depths of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

"Fellow Daoist, show mercy!"

The East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang, rushed over with a host of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Seeing his sons injured and Randeng radiating murderous intent, he felt a splitting headache.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!" Ao Guang said with a forced smile.

"A misunderstanding?" Randeng sneered. "Your sons set up the Immortal Trapping Formation to ambush me, and that's also a misunderstanding?"

"Immortal Trapping Formation?" Ao Guang was taken aback, then looked at Ao Bing. "Bing'er, what's going on?"

Ao Bing said aggrievedly, "Father King, how would we know the Immortal Trapping Formation! We were just patrolling the sea and saw this Daoist acting suspiciously, so we wanted to question him. Who knew a formation would suddenly appear from the seabed and suck him in!"

Randeng was also stunned by these words.

It wasn't set up by them?

Then who was it?

He swept his divine sense over and found that the residual aura of the formation did not resemble the methods of the Dragon race. Instead, it carried a hint of... the sword intent of the Intercepting Sect?

Could it really be Tongtian?

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.

He definitely hadn't checked the almanac before leaving today.

"Hmph!"

Randeng snorted coldly and couldn't be bothered to argue with the Dragon race.

All he wanted now was to return to his dojo, go into seclusion to heal, and figure out which God he had offended.

He transformed into a stream of light and vanished into the sky.

Ao Guang watched his retreating figure and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Father King, you're just going to let him go?" Ao Bing asked unhappily.

"What else?" Ao Guang glared at him. "He's the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Origin Sect, a Quasi-Saint! If you truly angered him, he could even overturn the East Sea! You lot, behave yourselves from now on! During this Calamity, go out less and cause trouble!"

"Yes, Father King."

Randeng flew at full speed, his heart filled with anger.

He was nearing Spirit Vulture Mountain when, suddenly, he saw a treasure light shooting up into the sky ahead.

"Hmm? A spiritual treasure is about to be born?"

Randeng's spirits lifted.

Was his bad luck for today finally over?

He quickly flew over to investigate.

On a desolate mountain, a small sapling was swaying in the wind.

A golden fruit hung from the tree, emitting a tempting aroma.

"Innate Spiritual Root?"

Randeng's eyes lit up.

Although it was only low-grade, any bit of gain was still a gain.

It was just enough to compensate for his injured mood today.

He reached out to pluck the fruit.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the fruit, a colorful venomous snake darted out from the nearby bushes.

The snake was as fast as lightning and bit his hand in one go.

"Hiss!"

Randeng felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand, and half of his arm instantly went numb.

"You court death!"

He retaliated with a palm strike, smashing the venomous snake into a pulp.

When he looked at the fruit again, he found it had rapidly withered and turned to ash.

The wound on the back of his hand was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strange poison was rushing straight towards his heart along his meridians.

"Not good! It's the 'Nine Nether Soul Devouring Saliva' that seals the throat upon contact with blood!"

Randeng was terrified.

This poison was refined by collecting the Yin Sha energy from beneath the Nine Nether, combined with the saliva of countless venomous insects.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would turn into a pool of pus within three quarters of an hour if they were poisoned by it without an antidote.

He never expected that he would be poisoned by such a potent toxin just by trying to pick a fruit.

"Pfft!"

Randeng spat out a mouthful of black blood, feeling his Magical Power being corroded.

He dared not delay any further and quickly sat down cross-legged, circulating his energy to expel the poison.

But the toxin was like a maggot gnawing at his bones; he couldn't expel it no matter what.

Instead, it showed signs of intensifying.

"Is heaven trying to destroy me!"

For the first time, a hint of despair arose in Randeng's heart.

He couldn't understand why he was so unlucky today!

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