King Pan, Hu

The newcomer stared intently at Donghua, completely ignoring the others.

Donghua calmly watched the newcomer. Ever since he had severed his Evil Corpse, his cultivation had reached the peak of the early Quasi-Saint stage, and his confidence had grown significantly. He felt a surge of ambition, as if the vast Primordial World was his to explore.

He asked, "Who are you?"

The newcomer's gaze didn't waver, still fixed on Donghua. He replied, "I am King Pan, a friend of Wuyi Gong."

"Oh!"

Donghua responded calmly, then turned his attention away from the newcomer to bid farewell to the others beside him.

However, his mind remained completely focused on King Pan.

A great man once said, "Despise your enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically."

King Pan, seeing himself ignored, became furious, puffing out his beard and glaring. When had he, King Pan, one of the first Innate Deities to take form, ever been so disregarded?

"Youngster, I'm speaking to you. Is the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin in your possession?"

Donghua turned back, asking nonchalantly, "Are you talking to me?"

King Pan suppressed the rage in his heart, trying to calm himself. "Besides you, who else could it be?"

Donghua: "Oh, it's not."

The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin was indeed not in his hand, but on his Purple Mansion spiritual platform.

King Pan gritted his teeth and said, "The last trace of the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin's aura appeared here. There's no one else here but you. If it's not in your hands, whose hands is it in?"

Donghua said faintly, "Then I wouldn't know. If you want to know, go ask the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin yourself."

"You..." King Pan, enraged, pointed a finger at Donghua but couldn't utter another word.

"Hahaha."

Seeing this, the three little phoenixes beside him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

King Pan heard the laughter and glared, his eyes like lightning. The three little ones immediately shut their mouths in fear and hid behind Donghua.

"The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin's last trace was on you. How can you say it's not in your hands?"

King Pan once again suppressed his anger and said calmly, "The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin is the heirloom of my old friend, Wuyi Gong. If it is in your hands, I hope you will hand it over. I am willing to exchange it for an item of equivalent value."

Donghua: "What treasure are you willing to exchange?"

King Pan, not wanting to cause further trouble, took out a spiritual treasure shaped like a diagram. "I am willing to exchange this treasure, the Sun Moon Diagram, for it. How about it?"

Donghua glanced at it and scoffed, "Your wishful thinking is so loud it can be heard in Chaos. You want to exchange a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure for the Top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin? What are you thinking? Have you cultivated yourself into an idiot?"

"Hmph, youngster, how can I not know what you're thinking? Although the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin is a Top-tier Spiritual Treasure, it requires Destiny and Fortune to use. Therefore, its actual efficacy is inferior to a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure."

"Don't try to bargain. Hurry up and take out your spiritual treasure. If it weren't for the fact that the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin belonged to my old friend, why would I bother exchanging it with you?"

Hearing this, Donghua could no longer hold back his laughter. In both his past and present lives, he detested this kind of moral blackmail the most.

"Well said, the righteous-looking Ancestor King Pan. Truly a good dog."

King Pan heard this and cursed, "Insolent brat, how dare you insult me!"

Donghua: "So what if I insult you? Aren't you, King Pan, and Pan Hu, dogs?"

King Pan's name was Pan Hu. His true form was a dragon-hound, which took human form during the Primordial Era. He cultivated the God Path and achieved his Dao during the Dragon-Han Period, making him one of the same batch of Innate Deities as Ancestor Dragon and Primordial Phoenix.

Without waiting for King Pan to speak, Donghua continued, "You still have the face to call Wuyi Gong your friend? Clearly, you coveted his treasure and secretly harmed Wuyi Gong, yet you dare to boast here. I have never seen such a shameless person."

When Donghua saw Wuyi Gong's physical body, he noticed he had been deeply poisoned and initially thought it was the work of some Fierce Beasts.

King Pan's current behavior, however, perfectly indicated that he was definitely involved.

"Insolent junior, how dare you ruin my reputation! Die!"

King Pan roared, and a black banner appeared in his hand. He had given up hope of obtaining the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin without a fight.

Donghua chuckled, "Who are you calling a junior?"

King Pan replied without thinking, "I'm calling you a junior."

Donghua burst into laughter, suddenly realizing that King Pan's mind wasn't very sharp.

"Indeed, a junior is calling me. Truly an obedient mongrel."

King Pan was an Innate Deity. His dragon-hound body was his Dao body, so it had nothing to do with being a mongrel. Donghua just wanted to provoke him.

He knew this situation couldn't be resolved peacefully today. The temptation of a Top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasure was something few people could resist.

Moreover, judging by today's events, King Pan's scheme for the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin had been in the works for more than a day or two.

And he himself would certainly not give up the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin. A fight was inevitable this time.

King Pan was not eloquent and couldn't win against Donghua in verbal sparring, so he simply attacked.

The King Pan Banner danced, and the profound Magical Power of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint pierced the sky. Dark clouds filled the sky, forming a misty, drizzling rain.

The fine rain enveloped Wuyi Mountain.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't rain at all, but a rain of Gu worms transformed from the Law of Tribulation.

Donghua unfurled the Pure World White Lotus, shielding the others. The rain of Gu worms landed on the barrier formed by the White Lotus, instantly vanishing without a trace, as if encountering its natural predator.

King Pan exclaimed, "Twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus!"

Donghua let out a cold snort and said, "Correct. Your reward is a Pure Yang Sword."

The Pure Yang Sword in his hand, under the output of Magical Power, released Pure Yang immortal light. The immortal light was like boundless rosy clouds, the sun rising in the east, shattering King Pan's tribulation-path aura.

He thrust out his sword, and the sword split into myriad forms.

It could be said that with one sword strike, all things are born.

Although Donghua did not primarily cultivate the Law of Creation, he had some involvement with it. Moreover, the Law of Pure Yang itself possessed the power of endless vitality.

Wherever the sword light passed, the void shattered. The rain of Gu worms was severed and split in two, and King Pan's first wave of offense dissolved.

"Ah, ah, Little Qing Niao, look quickly, His Majesty King Dong is so amazing."

"Yes, yes, King Dong is indeed worthy of being the Head of Male Immortals."

"King Dong is truly formidable; his swordsmanship is like the Dao."

The three little ones stood beneath the White Lotus, chattering and commenting on the great battle in the arena, acting as if they knew everything.

However, Crown Prince Changqin and Qianyu did not relax for a moment. As the saying goes, amateurs watch the fun. The three little ones had low cultivation and could not perceive the danger within.

The two of them had already reached the level of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and could discern some of the intricacies.

King Pan's attack just now was merely a probing strike, yet even with this probing strike, the two of them had no confidence they could withstand it.

They wondered how much strength East King Gong had used just now.

King Pan, seeing his offensive blocked, did not become annoyed. He merely developed a wariness towards the Pure World White Lotus.

This treasure was a nemesis to cultivators like them.

He brandished the King Pan Banner and charged forward for close combat. The King Pan Banner carried the Power of Tribulation, like the arrival of the apocalypse.

Every God Path cultivator must cultivate their physical body; their bodies were formidable.

The Immortal Dao, on the other hand, valued life and focused on the cultivation of the Primordial Spirit. Although they cultivated their physical bodies, they were still somewhat inferior compared to God Path cultivators.

Donghua wielded his sword and advanced, meeting King Pan.

Within the sword light, Pure Yang Power surged forth, transforming into billions of sword qi.

The two engaged in a fierce battle.

Wherever the banner shadows passed, life was extinguished.

The sword light flowed like the bright sun.

They fought from Wuyi Mountain to the Southern Continent, then drifted to the South Sea, with myriad energies erupting.

Fighting all the way, they returned to Wuyi Mountain, and the two stopped on two separate mountain peaks.

Donghua sighed inwardly, "As expected of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, truly formidable in cultivation."

At this moment, their auras had risen to their peak, and the battle had ushered in its final confrontation.

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