The Glass Pure World Body Displays Its Might! East King Duke, You Dare Touch Me?

Over the Eastern Sea, the winds and clouds changed color.

Taiyuan's light, airy question struck East King Duke's heart like a heavy hammer.

My people, my business—who gave you the guts to touch them?

These words were too arrogant, too contemptuous, as if the four Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present were nothing more than stray dogs by the roadside.

East King Duke's face instantly turned ashen. The fury he had suppressed for so long erupted in his chest.

The humiliation of being sprayed with exhaust outside Purple Cloud Palace, the Employment Letter that made him spit blood in public, his subordinates defecting, the Prohibition Order becoming worthless scrap—all of it surged to his mind now, transforming into a towering blaze of rage.

"Western barbarian, how dare you act insolent before This Seat."

East King Duke roared. The Nine Yang Emperor Robe fluttered without wind, and his Pure Yang Magical Power erupted like a volcanic explosion.

He swung the Dragon Head Cane in his hand. The dragon's eyes on the head suddenly snapped open, shooting out two beams of golden light. In the next instant, the entire cane transformed into a golden dragon a hundred zhang long, its whiskers fluttering, scales gleaming, claws bared as it lunged at Taiyuan.

This strike carried eighty percent of his power. Where the dragon's body passed, the very void trembled, enough to level a ten-thousand-zhang mountain.

Zhunti and Jieyin's faces changed drastically, and they moved to intervene.

But Taiyuan only sighed softly. His eyes, warm and smooth as jade, even carried a hint of boredom. He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Truly, you never learn."

As the words fell.

Hum.

A low, deep hum emanated from within Taiyuan's body, as if some ancient seal had been undone.

The next moment, a faint layer of glazed light slowly emerged around him.

The light was not blinding, but it carried a sacredness and majesty that made the heart tremble—like the purest flame burning between heaven and earth, or a Buddhist golden body manifesting in the mortal world.

Myriad Laws Invulnerable · Glazed World Purifying Body.

Fully activated.

The golden dragon, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, crashed into the glazed light barrier. Everyone expected to see a cataclysmic collision.

But.

Nothing happened.

The moment the dragon struck the light barrier, it was like a drop of water falling into a searing oil cauldron.

The dragon body, formed from Pure Yang Magical Power, seemed to meet its natural predator. Its scales rapidly dimmed, its body began to disintegrate, and with a mournful cry, it dissolved into specks of golden light that vanished into the void.

It wasn't blocked.

It was directly purified.

East King Duke felt a shock in his hand, a sharp pain tearing through his tiger's mouth. He looked down and saw the Dragon Head Cane, personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, trembling violently.

A fine crack had appeared on the dragon's head at the top of the cane, as if scorched by something. The once-majestic dragon eyes were now dull and lifeless.

"How is this possible."

East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply. His face was full of disbelief, his voice distorted.

This was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Saint. How could it be damaged by the protective divine light of a mere Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?

A chill surged in his heart, but he refused to believe what he was seeing.

The Three Immortals of the Sea exchanged glances, shock evident in their eyes.

Daoist Qingyun was the first to react. A flicker of unwillingness passed through his murky old eyes, and he snorted coldly. "It's just some special protective secret art. I don't believe the three of us together can't break it."

"Attack."

The three exchanged looks and erupted simultaneously.

The Jade Ruyi in Daoist Qingyun's hand blazed with light. The once-warm jade turned razor-sharp, transforming into a pillar of cyan light that shot straight at Taiyuan's face. Where it passed, the void was torn open with a long, jagged rift.

Ancestor Chi Xia inverted his Purple Gold Gourd. From its mouth surged a thick, almost solid mass of blood mist. Within the mist, countless ferocious ghost faces could be seen howling, carrying a corrosive poison that could dissolve all things as it swept forward. Where it passed, even the air turned a dark red.

Elder Changchun slammed his Immortal Peach Wood Staff heavily. Countless vines burst forth from the void, each as thick as a water barrel, covered in sharp barbs. They coiled toward Taiyuan like venomous snakes, emitting a grating, teeth-clenching sound.

The combined strike of three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals was powerful enough to annihilate an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Taiyuan still stood in place.

His hands were even tucked into his sleeves. He didn't move at all. On his handsome, clear face was even a hint of drowsiness, as if he were waiting for a boring performance to end.

The glazed light barrier flickered faintly.

Boom, boom, boom.

The three attacks struck the light barrier simultaneously, but they vanished like mud oxen entering the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

Then, an even stranger scene unfolded.

The attacks did not dissipate. Instead, they were wrapped in the Glazed Pure Fire and rebounded with even greater ferocity, three times faster than when they came.

Daoist Qingyun's face changed drastically. He hurriedly raised his Jade Ruyi to block, but the recoil sent him stumbling back several steps. His arms went numb, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining the front of his Qingyun Dao Robe red.

"This is impossible." Shock and terror filled his heart. In all his life, he had never suffered such a loss.

Ancestor Chi Xia fared even worse—his blood mist, already laced with potent poison, rebounded back and engulfed him entirely.

Though immune to his own poison, he was still scorched by the Glazed Pure Fire until his skin split and bled, his originally sinister face twisted into a grimace as his screams pierced the heavens.

Elder Changchun's Vines were ignited by the Pure Fire on contact, scattering as ash in the wind, while he himself was sent flying backward by the recoil, smashing through several reefs behind him, the Immortal Peach Wood Staff nearly slipping from his grasp.

One strike.

Just one strike.

Three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals joining forces had not only failed to harm Taiyuan in the slightest but had instead been rebounded into a miserable state.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Zhunti's jaw hung open, the Sky-Turning Shovel nearly slipping from his hand, the pain in his chest seemingly forgotten.

He knew his Elder Brother was formidable, but he never imagined it to this degree.

Standing still while four Peak Zenith Heaven experts attacked, unable to be harmed, and even reflecting the damage?

What kind of divine constitution was this?

Jieyin was equally stunned, his Prayer Beads forgotten in his hand, his perpetually suffering face showing a rare hint of bewilderment.

His Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit was hailed as the ultimate defense, but compared to Elder Brother's Glass Pure World Body, it was like a minor spell before a grand one.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes widened as she gazed at the figure shrouded in glassy light, a surge of indescribably complex emotions rising in her heart.

Just how many hidden cards did this man still hold?

Taiyuan remained standing in place, even reaching out to straighten a nonexistent wrinkle on his sleeve, his calm and carefree demeanor as if nothing had happened at all.

"Is that it?"

He tilted his head, looking at the four battered figures, his tone dripping with disappointment.

"Four Peak Zenith Heaven experts joining forces, and that's all you've got?"

"I thought you might at least tickle me, but you didn't even manage that."

"What a waste of my nap time."

The words were spoken lightly, yet they stung more than any insult.

East King Duke's face was pale, the hand gripping the Dragon Head Cane trembling faintly.

Not from anger, but from fear.

For the first time, he realized that this seemingly lazy young Daoist before him was not someone he could afford to provoke.

That terrifying strength—standing still and letting others attack without effect—had surpassed his understanding.

What kind of monster was this Taiyuan?

The Three Immortals of the Sea were also shaken to the core, their earlier greed and contempt long gone, replaced by deep wariness.

They had cultivated in seclusion for countless ages, priding themselves on vast knowledge, yet they had never seen such a bizarre protective divine ability.

The Glazed Pure Fire seemed capable of purifying all magical power; any attack that touched it would be rebounded—this was practically an invincible existence.

Zhunti watched the scene, his eyes filled with fervent adoration.

Elder Brother truly was Elder Brother—standing still and letting others attack without budging—this was the true bearing of a master.

Jieyin let out a long breath, the tension in his heart finally easing.

With Elder Brother here, this battle was as good as won.