The Glazed Pure World Body's Might! East King Duke, Who Do You Think You Are to Touch What's Mine?

The sky above the East Sea darkened as the winds and clouds shifted.

Taiyuan's offhand question landed like a heavy hammer against East King Duke's chest.

My people, my business. Who gave you the nerve to touch them?

The words were outrageously arrogant, utterly dismissive, as if the four Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present were nothing but stray dogs by the roadside.

East King Duke's face turned ashen in an instant. The rage he had suppressed for so long erupted from his chest.

The humiliation of being blasted with exhaust outside the Purple Sky Palace, the Employment Letter that had made him spit blood in front of everyone, his subordinates' defection, and the Prohibition Order reduced to scrap—all those insults surged through his mind, turning into a raging inferno.

"Western barbarians! How dare you act insolently before me!"

East King Duke roared. His Nine Yang Emperor Robe stirred without a breeze, and Pure Yang Magical Power surged from him like an erupting volcano.

He swung the Dragon Head Cane in his hand. The dragon's eyes snapped open, shooting out two beams of golden light. The entire cane then transformed into a golden dragon a hundred zhang long. Its whiskers streamed behind it, its scales gleamed, and it lunged at Taiyuan with claws bared.

The strike contained eighty percent of his power. The void trembled wherever the dragon passed, and its force was enough to flatten a mountain ten thousand zhang tall.

Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions changed dramatically. They were just about to intervene.

Taiyuan merely sighed softly. His warm, jade-like eyes held a hint of boredom, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

"You never learn."

The moment the words fell—

Hum.

A low rumble sounded from within Taiyuan, as if some ancient restriction had been released.

The next moment, a faint glaze-colored radiance slowly appeared around him.

The light wasn't dazzling, yet it carried a sacred majesty that made the heart tremble. It was like the purest flame in heaven and earth, burning—or a Buddhist golden body manifesting in the mortal world.

Myriad Laws Invulnerable · Glazed World Purifying Body.

Fully unleashed.

The golden dragon collided with the glazed barrier, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth. Everyone expected to witness a cataclysmic clash.

And yet—

Nothing happened.

The instant the golden dragon struck the barrier, it was like a drop of water falling into a pan of boiling oil.

The dragon's body, formed from Pure Yang Magical Power, seemed to have met its natural enemy. Its scales quickly dimmed, and its body began to disintegrate. After letting out a piercing wail, it turned into specks of golden light and vanished into the void.

It hadn't been blocked.

It had been purified outright.

East King Duke felt a jolt run through his hand. Sharp pain shot through the web between his thumb and forefinger. When he looked down, the Dragon Head Cane bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor was trembling violently.

A fine crack had appeared on the dragon head at the top of the cane, as if something had scorched it. Its once-majestic eyes were now dull.

"How is this possible?"

East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply. Disbelief filled his face, and his voice went off-key.

This was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. It could withstand even a Saint's full-force strike. How could the protective divine light of a Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal damage it?

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

The Three Immortals of the Sea exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes full of shock.

Daoist Qingyun was the first to react. A trace of unwillingness flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and he gave a cold snort. "It's just some special defensive secret art. I refuse to believe the three of us can't break through it together!"

"Attack!"

The three exchanged a glance and unleashed their power at the same time.

The Jade Ruyi in Daoist Qingyun's hand shone brilliantly. Its once-gentle jade surface turned razor-sharp, and it became a green beam of light that shot straight toward Taiyuan's face. The void split open in a long gash wherever it passed.

Ancestor Chi Xia inverted the Purple Gold Gourd. A dense cloud of blood mist, almost solid, poured from its mouth. Countless hideous ghostly faces could be seen howling within it. The mist surged forward, carrying poison that corroded everything in its path. Even the air turned dark red wherever it passed.

Elder Changchun brought the Immortal Peach Wood Staff down hard. Countless vines burst from the void, each as thick as a barrel and covered in sharp barbs. They writhed toward Taiyuan like venomous snakes, scraping together with a grating sound.

The combined strike of three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals was powerful enough to reduce an ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortal to ashes.

Taiyuan remained where he stood.

He even kept both hands tucked inside his sleeves, without moving an inch. His handsome, composed face still wore a hint of drowsiness, as if he were waiting for a dull performance to end.

The glazed barrier flickered faintly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All three attacks struck the barrier at once, yet vanished like mud cows sinking into the sea, without even stirring a ripple.

Then an even stranger sight appeared.

The attacks didn't disappear. Instead, the Glazed Pure Fire wrapped around them and sent them flying back with even greater force. They returned more than a third faster than they had come.

Daoist Qingyun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised the Jade Ruyi to block, but the force of the rebound sent him stumbling several paces backward. His arms went numb, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, staining the front of his Qingyun Dao Robe.

"This is impossible!" He was horrified. He had never suffered such a loss in his life.

Ancestor Chi Xia fared even worse. His blood mist was poisonous to begin with, and when it rebounded, it engulfed him. Though he was immune to his own poison, the Glazed Pure Fire still burned him until his skin was flayed and flesh exposed. His sinister face twisted into a grotesque mask, and his screams rang across the sky.

Elder Changchun's vines were directly ignited by the pure fire and reduced to ashes that fluttered down from above. He himself was sent flying by the rebound, crashing through several reefs behind him. The Immortal Peach Wood Staff nearly flew from his grip.

One strike.

Just one strike.

The three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had joined forces, yet they hadn't harmed Taiyuan in the slightest. Instead, the backlash had left them in a pitiful state.

The entire battlefield fell deathly silent.

Zhunti's mouth hung open. He nearly dropped the Sky-Turning Shovel in his hand, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his chest.

He knew Elder Brother was formidable, but he hadn't expected this level of power.

Four Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could attack him while he stood still, and not only could they fail to hurt him—he could send the damage right back at them?

What kind of freakish constitution was this?

Jieyin was equally stunned. He'd even forgotten to turn his Prayer Beads, and for once, a dazed expression crossed his perpetually sorrowful face.

His Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit was renowned for its unrivaled defense. Compared to Elder Brother's Glazed World Purifying Body, however, it was like comparing a minor sorcerer to a great mage.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes were wide as she stared at the figure shrouded in glazed light. A complicated emotion rose in her heart, one she could hardly put into words.

Just how many trump cards was this man still hiding?

Taiyuan remained where he was. He even reached out to smooth a nonexistent wrinkle on his sleeve, looking so calm and unconcerned that it seemed as if none of what had just happened had anything to do with him.

"That's it?"

He tilted his head and looked at the four battered figures, disappointment plain in his voice.

"Four Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals 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 afternoon nap."

He said it casually, but the words stung more than any insult.

East King Duke's face was deathly pale. The hand gripping the Dragon Head Cane trembled slightly.

Not from anger, but from fear.

For the first time, he realized that the seemingly lazy young Daoist before him was someone he could never afford to provoke.

The terrifying strength that let him stand still and take their attacks without budging was beyond anything East King Duke could comprehend.

Just what kind of monster was this Taiyuan?

The Three Immortals of the Sea were also shaken to their core. Their greed and contempt had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep wariness.

They had secluded themselves in cultivation for countless years and prided themselves on their knowledge, yet they had never seen such a bizarre defensive divine ability.

The Glazed Pure Fire seemed capable of purifying all magical power. Any attack that touched it was rebounded in turn. It was simply invincible.

Zhunti watched the scene, his eyes burning with adoration.

Elder Brother truly was Elder Brother. He could stand still and let people attack him without budging—this was the bearing of a true master.

Jieyin, too, let out a long breath. At last, his tense heart settled.

With Elder Brother here, this battle was in the bag.