Ten Thousand Races Watch the Brawl! Even a Saint Is Suppressed

The moment Hongyun led Nuwa, Houtu, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, and Minghe into the massive vortex, Jieyin signaled Zhunti with a glance.

Zhunti's figure trembled slightly, and he vanished from where he stood.

At the instant the cracks in the vortex closed, a barely perceptible golden light arrived at high speed and charged straight inside.

"Hmm?"

"Has Fellow Daoist Jieyin forgotten the Master's warning just now?"

At this moment, Laozi seemed to have sensed something and offered a soft reminder to Jieyin.

"Are the three fellow daoists not curious?"

"Do you not want to know what secrets are hidden within this Hongmeng Palace?"

Jieyin smiled faintly, seemingly trying to draw the Three Pure Ones into his schemes.

After all, the two of them lacked truly powerful treasures, and they could hardly contend with even Hongyun or the guards of Hongmeng Palace.

This time, Zhunti had only managed to sneak into the massive vortex by employing a secret technique.

Therefore, Jieyin wanted to drag a few other Sages along with him; if anything went wrong, they could provide support for Zhunti.

"Hmph!"

"This Venerable One has no time to accompany you Western Teachings in looking for trouble!"

"Once I have comprehended this Sword Dao Origin and completely refined the Immortal Slaying Four Swords, perhaps when the Supreme Hongmeng Ranking releases the next Cultivation and Combat Power Ranking, I might be invited into that Hongmeng Palace by Dao Lord Taichu!"

Tongtian snorted coldly, looking completely uninterested.

His rewards this time were better than those of his two elder brothers, so there was naturally no need for him to go to Hongmeng Palace and look for trouble.

However, Yuanshi and Laozi, who were standing to the side, were faintly moved.

"Third Brother, do not be anxious. Let us wait here for a moment!"

"Perhaps Fellow Daoist Zhunti really can uncover some earth-shattering news!"

"..."

Laozi muttered to himself, slowly raising his head to look toward the terrifying vortex.

Beside him, a trace of solemnity appeared on Yuanshi's face.

Since Laozi and Yuanshi were not leaving, Tongtian, who had intended to return, had no choice but to stop and stand by their side.

Seeing this scene, Jieyin could not help but reveal a faint smile.

In this way, even if any problems arose, he would have someone to assist him.

At this moment, the disciples of the various Saint's Orthodoxies could not help but be stunned.

Since their Master was not leaving, they would also stay here to get to the bottom of things.

As for the powerhouses of the myriad races who had been moving to return to the Huang, they also seemed to have sensed something.

"The Saints aren't leaving?"

"Could it be that they want to investigate Hongmeng Palace?"

"It certainly looks that way. Otherwise, why wouldn't they return to their dojos immediately?"

"Even if they aren't cultivating themselves, they should be preaching to their disciples to improve the strength of their subordinates, right?"

"..."

Just as the powerhouses of the myriad races wore expressions of curiosity, bursts of astonishing collision sounds erupted from within Hongmeng Palace.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

At this moment, the massive energy vortex trembled.

Immediately following, an astonishing Saint's might surged wildly out from within the vortex.

However, after a mere half-breath, that Saint's might collapsed with a boom.

"Shenni, how dare you strike at me!"

"And you, Hongyun, we had a friendship back in the day!"

"..."

At this moment, Zhunti's terrified voice rang out, causing the powerhouses above the Thirty-Three Heavens to freeze in their tracks, all of them wearing expressions of shock.

They finally understood why the Saints had not left; it turned out that Zhunti had secretly infiltrated the perimeter of Hongmeng Palace.

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"He's been discovered?"

Jieyin's expression changed drastically, and the Saint's might around his body surged wildly.

"Fellow Daoist Laozi, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I hope the three of you will lend me a hand to rescue my Junior Brother!"

"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, calm yourself!"

"Even if we all attacked together right now, we might not be able to break through that terrifying vortex!"

Laozi waved his hand, showing no intention of intervening, and instead began to persuade Jieyin.

"Big Brother is absolutely right. Let us wait a moment; I believe Fellow Daoist Zhunti will be fine!"

Yuanshi echoed the sentiment.

Although they wanted to know what was happening inside Hongmeng Palace, they had never agreed to help Jieyin charge in to save anyone.

"Hmph!"

"You Westerners really don't have much going on in your heads. You didn't even follow Master's warnings; this outcome is just what you deserve!"

Tongtian did not have such a mild temper.

Wasting his cultivation time just to charge in and save that Zhunti?

Don't even think about it!

"Hum..."

Just at that moment, a shocking crack appeared upon the surface of the massive vortex.

At this instant, whether it was Jieyin, the Three Pure Ones, or the powerhouses of the myriad races, all witnessed the scene within.

Saint Zhunti was being kicked and pummeled by two figures, rolling about like a ball.

Seven-colored light, brimming with spirituality, scattered in the surroundings, along with several Innate Spiritual Treasures drifting downward.

It was clear that Zhunti had put up a fierce resistance, and then... it was certain that his resistance had been futile.

"This..."

"Zhunti is a Saint, yet he is being beaten up like an ant?"

"That Shenni and Hongyun are truly terrifying!"

"No way, Dao Lord Taichu hasn't even shown his face?"

"Isn't that just too terrifying?"

"..."

The powerhouses of the myriad races all wore expressions of shock.

This was a Saint, after all. How could they not be shocked to see him reduced to such a state?

"Shenni, Hongyun!"

"How dare you lay a hand on my Junior Brother, you..."

Jieyin's expression changed drastically, and he took a sudden step forward.

However, before he could advance any further, Laozi hurriedly sent a voice transmission to him: "Fellow Daoist Jieyin, do not bring ruin upon yourself. Even if we were to join forces now, we might not be able to save Fellow Daoist Zhunti!"

Laozi had already noticed that those seemingly light punches and kicks were faintly imbued with the Power of Great Dao. Even if they were to charge in together, they likely wouldn't be able to rescue Zhunti.

Furthermore, they had never intended to intervene in the first place. Seeing Zhunti in such a miserable state, they merely felt a sense of shared sorrow for a fellow sufferer and did not wish to see Jieyin, who was also a Saint, step forward only to be humiliated as well.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"..."

The sounds of booming impacts rang out incessantly. A full quarter of an hour passed before Shenni and Hongyun finally stopped.

"Zhunti trespassed into Hongmeng Palace; he deserves to be obliterated!"

"However, the Lord is merciful and grants him a chance to live. He shall be suppressed above the Thirty-Three Heavens for one hundred thousand years!"

As soon as Shenni finished speaking, an astonishing power emerged from above Hongmeng Palace and descended directly upon Zhunti.

Subsequently, a towering mountain range manifested above Zhunti, pinning him down completely before moving toward the outside of the massive vortex.

It was not until the Great Mountain came to a halt in front of Jieyin and the other Saints that it stopped, as if testing whether these Saints would dare to intervene.

"A Saint was suppressed just like that?"

"This is too terrifying, isn't it?"

"The people of Hongmeng Palace... are not to be trifled with!"

"..."

Gasps of shock erupted from the powerhouses of the myriad races. One after another, they retreated toward the space below the Thirty-Three Heavens, terrified that a slip of the tongue might lead to them being suppressed by the entities within Hongmeng Palace as well.