"Boom!"
The light screen shattered.
Guangchengzi was sent flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
The Heaven-Flipping Seal fell into the dust, its golden radiance dimming.
Kong Xuan watched the figure sent flying away, his gaze calm.
"So this is the foremost of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals?"
"Just so-so."
Guangchengzi struggled to his feet, his face deathly pale.
He looked at Kong Xuan, at that figure wreathed in swaying Five-Colored Divine Light.
A bone-chilling cold surged within his heart.
This man was too strong.
So strong that he could not even withstand one move.
Was this the strength of a Golden Immortal of the Origin Peak?
Was this the foundation of the Son of Primordial Phoenix?
"Guangchengzi, you have lost."
Kong Xuan spoke, his voice calm.
"For the sake of your hard-won cultivation, this Poor Daoist will not kill you."
"Go back and tell Primordial Heavenly Venerate: the Jie Sect is not so easily bullied."
Guangchengzi gritted his teeth and picked up the Heaven-Flipping Seal.
Then he turned and staggered away.
Kong Xuan remained where he stood, watching that departing figure.
His gaze was calm as water.
Western Qi Main Camp
Central Command Tent.
Candle flames swayed, illuminating one grave face after another.
Ji Fa sat in the seat of honor, his face pale.
Though he was a mortal, he could still sense it.
Above the sky dome, those countless auras were far too powerful.
Powerful enough to fill even him, the lord of Western Qi, with despair.
"Master Jiang."
Ji Fa spoke, his voice hoarse:
"So many from the Jie Sect have come. How can Western Qi resist them?"
Jiang Ziya sat below, his Daoist robe ash-gray and his expression composed.
Yet beneath that composure lay an indescribable complexity.
He looked at Ji Fa, at that terrified