Ninth Heaven? Green Lotus Battle Armor

Hongjun was truly enraged and accelerated the process of devouring the Heavenly Dao.

Instantly, the saints screamed and wailed incessantly, their magical power rapidly draining away uncontrollably.

They could smell death, a fear unlike any they had ever felt before.

This is no joke.

"Teacher, please help me!"

Zhunti Zhun Ti knelt in mid-air, kowtowing and worshipping, his face filled with terror.

At this rate, Ling Xiao won't die, but they'll be the ones who leave first.

"Master, please have mercy and grant me a way out! Haotian will always be your servant..."

Haotian couldn't hold on any longer and immediately knelt beside Zhun Ti, pleading.

They abandoned all pretense of dignity and disregarded the authority of the Sage.

This scene sent chills down the spines of countless powerful figures; some sneered, while others sighed.

The once lofty Sage has now fallen to this state.

Mount Shouyang, Yaochi sneered and burst out laughing, feeling incredibly pleased with herself.

She was even somewhat relieved that she hadn't become Heavenly Dao Sage; otherwise, she would be the one kneeling there begging for mercy right now.

This is the cycle of Karma.

Hongjun glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, paused for a moment, and then raised his hand and pointed.

Two streams of pure energy entered Haotian and Zhun Ti's bodies, and instantly, the two were like inflated balloons, their auras rapidly expanding and returning to their peak state.

This divine move astonished all the saints; with just a single finger, they restored their Sage cultivation.

The Sage, who hadn't knelt down to pray, was still hesitating, wondering whether he should also kneel down and try.

But at this point, Hongjun had already begun to make his move against Ling Xiao.

As he devoured and refined the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun's aura became increasingly magnificent.

Soon he will step into the flawless Heavenly Dao Realm.

"As you wish, I will ensure you die without regrets," Hongjun said coldly and ruthlessly.

With every gesture, he wielded immense, world-destroying power, relentlessly striking the Chaos Green Lotus.

Those withered hands possessed immense power, but he controlled them perfectly; otherwise, the heavens and earth would have collapsed, unable to withstand the force.

This is like condensing the earth-shattering power of the Heavenly Dao, that mysterious and profound power, into the palm of your hand. Once it is unleashed, its power is unimaginable.

A casual strike was already more powerful than the combined full-force strikes of hundreds of Sages.

"Go ahead and try, I hope you get what you want, but unfortunately, in the end, despair is inevitable."

Ling Xiao let out a cold shout, mobilizing the power within his body to resonate with the Chaos Green Lotus. His entire body turned green, as if he were wearing a layer of armor.

Even their aura was constantly increasing.

"Hmm? This is the ninth level of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal?" Hongjun's expression changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. At this Ling Xiao, Lingxiao's magical power alone was already close to that of his former self.

"However, I am no longer the same as before."

The thought flashed by in an instant. Hongjun, having mastered the three thousand laws, manifested the Primordial Giant Palm, which pressed down upon the enemy.

"Green Lotus Battle Halberd!"

Ling Xiao coldly shouted, raising his hand to grab the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus, which glowed and then flew into his hand, transforming into a halberd.

At this moment, he was dressed in azure armor and held a halberd formed from the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus.

This form is the result of Ling Xiao's comprehension of the Chaos Green Lotus. In fact, his current cultivation level is only at the eighth level, but with this enhancement, he has gained an additional level.

"Boom!"

Ling Xiao brandished his halberd, unleashing a world-destroying light that cleaved the primordial giant palm in two, turning the endless void into Heavenly Abyss.

"Is this all you're relying on? Far from enough!" Hongjun shouted coldly. Ling Xiao was indeed very strong at this moment, but the gap between them was still huge.

"Defeat me first!" Ling Xiao's black hair danced wildly, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his blue armor shimmered with light, making him seem like the only god in the world.

It looks fantastic.

Hongjun remained silent, but made a powerful move, unleashing a vast power that directly pierced through a corner of the Chaos Green Lotus.

The mysterious light continued, striking Ling Xiao's shoulder. Fine cracks appeared on his Green Lotus Battle Armor, but it returned to normal in the next moment.

The two fought fiercely, employing unbelievable techniques that left countless spectators speechless.

In the Primordial World, all living beings looked up in awe, and were all deeply moved by it.

"This is a terrible situation. Hongjun has devoured the Heavenly Dao and taken off completely. After killing the Golden Crow, the entire Human Race will likely face calamity."

On Mount Shouyang, Zhurong said with a grim expression, already considering retreating and planning to escape.

Collapse, retreat, and flee!

Staying here will only mean certain death. When the reckoning comes, what good will come of it for these Ancestral Witch?

"Back in the Nether Hell, with Sister Houtu here, we can be safe and sound," Zhurong continued, looking at Qiangliang, Xingtian, and Houyi beside her.

"Leave? Where do you think you're going? If Hongjun wants to kill us, even if we go to the ends of the earth, it won't matter."

"Returning to the Nether Hell is just another place to be buried."

Qiangliang shook his head, unusually serious. Now that Hongjun had even devoured the Heavenly Dao, what was there that he wouldn't dare to do?

He didn't believe Houtu could defeat Hongjun.

"Alas! I never imagined that someone as quick-witted as myself, with an extraordinary sense of smell, would find the future so bleak."

Qiangliang, not wanting to leave, because in his opinion, it wouldn't matter where he went.

We might as well stay here and take a gamble.

"Hmph! Since that's the case, you can stay here. When you're about to die, don't say I didn't warn you."

Zhurong snorted coldly and was about to leave with Xingtian and Houyi, but found that the two of them were also unwilling to leave.

Enraged, he flew out of Mount Shouyang without looking back, heading towards the Nether Hell.

Zhurong's departure immediately caused a stir, and soon powerful beings followed, flying out of Mount Shouyang to sever ties with the Human Race.

Although it was a bit late, they still wanted to try to save it.

Soon, they scattered in all directions, leaving only a few survivors.

Apart from the Three-Five Immortal Maidens, only a few others remain, including Fuxi, Baize, Jimeng, the three young masters of the Witch Clan, Meng Zhang, and Zhulong.

"This is bad! Hongjun's aura is still rising, devouring the power of the Heavenly Dao. How terrifying will this be? Can Ling Xiao Dao Venerable still be a match for him?"

Jimeng sighed, his face grave. Even though he usually had a good attitude and was always joking around, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Dao Mastery... Dao Mastery... How can we contend with such an inconceivable realm?" Fuxi sighed, his expression solemn.

Is it truly something that human power can resist—the power to control the laws of Heavenly Dao?

Even though Ling Xiao possesses the Chaos Green Lotus, which is outrageously powerful, Hongjun's power continues to increase. If this continues, he will undoubtedly be defeated.

It's not that Ling Xiao isn't strong, but that Hongjun is too strong.

"Haha, die! Let's all Destruction together! The Dao Ancestor will show you what true cruelty is!"

Within the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation, cultivators from four different sects laughed loudly, already somewhat delirious, their eyes filled with a mad light.

"From then on, the Dao Ancestor will become the Heavenly Dao, and the Primordial World will usher in a new era, surely leading the Mystic Gate to its peak."

Inside and outside the formation, disciples of the four sects of the Heavenly Court were all watching closely. No matter what, the Dao Ancestor was still their master, who founded the Mystic Gate and passed down the Daoist lineage.