A Wave of the Hand Suppresses the Chan Sect Disciples, the Tribulation of Destiny is Difficult to Prevent

The assembled Golden Immortals could no longer remain seated. One after another, they sprang to their feet in fury, their sleeves stirring without wind, the immortal light around them trembling faintly with rage.

By the look of it, they were ready to burst through the sea of clouds over Nine Immortals Mountain the next instant, race straight to Wu'an City, and personally teach Zhao Cheng, that arrogant wretch, a lesson.

Yet they were Golden Immortals who had cultivated for a thousand years. Though their states of mind had been shaken, their reason remained intact.

They secretly pondered that no matter how formidable Zhao Cheng appeared, he was ultimately only a mortal cultivator who had yet to attain immortal rank.

As for their own Chan Sect disciples, every one of them had inherited supreme lineages and received personal guidance in cultivation from them. Even if their cultivation fell slightly short of Zhao Cheng's, they could not possibly be far inferior.

What was more, so many disciples had gathered in one place, each wielding a treasured artifact of the Chan Sect. If they truly attacked as one, could they possibly fail to deal with a single Zhao Cheng?

With that thought, the Golden Immortals restrained their urge to intervene, convinced that these disciples were more than capable of resolving the trouble themselves.

Sure enough, the Heaven-Viewing Mirror stirred the very next moment.

Yin Hong was the first to react. Raising the Yin-Yang Mirror, he aimed it at Zhao Cheng. A beam of ghastly pale deathlight shot from the mirror, shaking the soul.

The other Chan Sect disciples followed close behind. With a sweep of her sleeve, Ni Huang used the Cosmos Bag to bind Zhao Cheng. Xu Xing's Immortal-Slaying Sword gleamed with chilling sword light, while Xue Baihu's Mountain-Subduing Talisman Seal crashed