Blood Battle on the East Sea Shore! Elder Brother, if you don't come back soon, our foundation will be wiped out!

Above the Eastern Sea, mana clashed violently, stirring up monstrous waves and raging tides.

Zhunti swung the Sky-Turning Shovel like the wind, each strike carrying the terrifying might to split mountains and shatter rocks. Golden light flashed, tearing cracks through the void itself.

Before him, Ancestor Chi Xia was forced back step by step, his sinister old face filled with shock.

This bald man's strength was far too great.

"Junior, do you think a single spiritual treasure can overcome this old man?" Ancestor Chi Xia snorted coldly. The Purple Gold Gourd at his waist trembled violently, spewing a blood-red beam that transformed into a downpour of blood rain, cascading toward Zhunti.

The blood rain seemed fragile, but every drop carried a poison that corroded the Primordial Spirit. Even a touch meant severe injury.

Zhunti frowned. The Sky-Turning Shovel swept out horizontally, golden light forming a barrier that blocked all the blood rain.

Seizing this opening, Daoist Qingyun struck from the flank. The Jade Ruyi in his hand transformed into a cyan dragon, claws bared, charging at Zhunti's back.

"Watch your back." Jieyin's voice came through. The Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit flashed, a beam of golden light shooting out to sever the cyan dragon at its waist.

Daoist Qingyun's face darkened. He shifted his attack target to Jieyin.

Joining forces with Elder Changchun, one wielded the Jade Ruyi's dragon transformation art, while the other urged the Immortal Peach Wood Staff to summon countless vines. The two forces intertwined, pressing down on the golden lotus like a heavenly net.

Jieyin sat cross-legged on the lotus dais, his expression pained but unflustered.

The Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit was his companion spiritual treasure. Its defense was said to be unbreakable except by four sages. For mere two Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals to breach it was nothing short of a fool's dream.

Golden light blazed brilliantly, dissolving every attack.

For a time, the battlefield fell into a stalemate.

Zhunti and Ancestor Chi Xia were locked in a deadlock, while Jieyin was tightly entangled by Daoist Qingyun and Elder Changchun. They traded blows back and forth, the residual waves of mana collision sending seawater surging into hundred-zhang-high waves.

Nuwa stood at the center of the island, the red silk from her Red Embroidered Ball shielding the terrified Human Race within. Her delicate face was full of anxiety.

She wanted to help but dared not leave her post.

The newly born humans were far too fragile. The slightest misstep would see them caught in the battle's aftermath, and the children she had painstakingly created would be destroyed in an instant.

East King Duke watched all this, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He did not rush to join the fray. Instead, Dragon Head Cane in hand, he silently circled around the battling crowd, step by step closing in on Nuwa's position.

"Daoist Nuwa, you can protect them for a moment, but not forever." East King Duke's voice was icy. The Dragon Head Cane spun in his hand, radiating a pressure that made one's heart tremble. "This Seat will show you today what it means to be a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Nuwa's expression shifted. She quickly summoned the Mountain and River Diagram.

This Innate Spiritual Treasure unfurled, transforming into a small world that swept all the humans inside, completely isolating them from external threats.

The humans were saved, but she had to divert most of her focus to maintain the Diagram's operation, causing her combat power to plummet sharply.

Seeing this, East King Duke was delighted rather than alarmed. The Dragon Head Cane swung fiercely, and a Pure Yang True Fire turned into a fire dragon lunging at Nuwa.

Nuwa could only barely defend herself, with no attention to spare for anything else.

The tide of battle began to tilt unfavorably.

Though Zhunti was fierce and the Sky-Turning Shovel indeed sharp, Ancestor Chi Xia was, after all, a Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—experienced and full of tricks.

The blood rain from the Purple Gold Gourd came in endless waves, each more violent than the last. Zhunti gradually found himself unable to hold out.

"Damn it." Zhunti gritted his teeth, mana burning wildly within him. The light of the Sky-Turning Shovel grew brighter and brighter, yet it became harder and harder to sustain.

He was, after all, only a Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. There remained an insurmountable chasm between him and the peak.

Under prolonged battle, his mana consumption was immense, and his movements began to slow.

Ancestor Chi Xia keenly caught this opening. A cruel smile curled at his lips. The Purple Gold Gourd trembled violently, and a blood-red immortal light shot out, straight for Zhunti's chest.

The strike was swift and vicious. Zhunti had no time to dodge.

"Pfft." The immortal light pierced through Zhunti's protective golden aura, slamming heavily into his chest. A mouthful of golden blood sprayed out, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, staggering.

"Third Brother!" Jieyin was greatly alarmed. He quickly diverted a beam of golden light to support Zhunti.

In that instant, his focus wavered, and the defense of the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit showed a momentary crack.

Daoist Qingyun and Elder Changchun had been waiting for this chance.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their strongest attacks. The Jade Ruyi's dragon and the Immortal Peach vines intertwined, forming a cataclysmic torrent that slammed viciously into the lotus's weak point.

Boom.

The golden lotus trembled violently. Jieyin let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning pale.

Though the defense was not breached, he had still suffered significant internal injuries.

"Hahaha, is that all you've got?"

East King Duke burst into laughter, swinging his Dragon Head Cane once more, forcing Nuwa back step by step.

"The Western Sect is nothing but two wastes. Today, This Seat will show you the price of offending the Head of Male Immortals."

Zhunti clutched his chest, golden blood seeping through his fingers, staining his ornate Dao robe.

He looked at the four imposing enemies before him, then at the equally wounded Jieyin and the pinned-down Nuwa, a deep sense of helplessness surging in his heart.

Can't win.

Truly can't win.

Four Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals working together—the three of them stood no chance.

"Elder Brother..."

Zhunti murmured, his eyes full of unwillingness.

If only Elder Brother were here.

Elder Brother was so formidable; he'd surely have a way to deal with these bastards.

Just then.

A lazy sigh drifted down as if from the Ninth Heaven, clear in everyone's ears.

"Sigh... I knew you two wouldn't be trouble-free."

"Not even out that long, and you're about to lose everything."

"Honestly, can't even get a peaceful nap."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, instantly overpowering all the clamor on the battlefield.

Everyone froze, turning in unison toward the source of the voice.

There, in the center of the battlefield, stood a figure who hadn't been there a moment ago.

He wore a Moon-White Dao Robe, his features refined, his eyes warm like jade, and beneath his feet was a small Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit—clearly the sub-lotus Jieyin had split off. He was even yawning, rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand, exuding a languid aura of someone just woken up, as if this weren't a life-or-death battlefield but his own back garden.

Taiyuan.

Zhunti's eyes lit up. That sense of helplessness vanished in an instant, replaced by boundless reassurance and confidence.

Elder Brother is here.

Then it's settled.

East King Duke's pupils sharply contracted, his grip on the Dragon Head Cane unconsciously tightening.

How did this man appear?

He hadn't sensed it at all.

Taiyuan didn't even glance at those overseas immortals. His gaze landed directly on East King Duke, who was about to strike at the Human Race, and he tilted his head.

"My people. My business. Who gave you the guts to touch them?"