Mighty Vajra was the strongest of Mount Sumeru's four guardian Vajras and the only one among them to reach the Saint King Realm. His demon-subduing prowess ranked among Mount Sumeru's top three.
Golden light blazed and Zen intent flowed around him as he revealed the golden body he had cultivated for years. He drove his right fist forward with demon-subduing force, as though Mount Sumeru itself had come crashing down, punching through a swath of sky.
The black-armored Divine General retreated in alarm. He could hardly believe a monk guarding the mountain gate possessed such might.
After witnessing the Divine Court's entire force perish at Undying Mountain, he had questioned people across this life-bearing planet as a precaution before resuming his pursuit of Ye Fan and Pang Bo.
From what he had learned, the Great Dao of Burial Emperor Star had only recently loosened its suppression of cultivators. Most of the foremost cultivators of this era were Dao-Slaying Kings. Great Sages did exist, but they were figures sealed in Divine Source since the Primordial Era.
Even if Mount Sumeru had reserves sealed in Divine Source, his cultivation and combat strength should have allowed him to escape unscathed whenever he wished.
Yet a mere gatekeeper was a Saint King. Just how deep did Mount Sumeru's reserves run?
In that instant, though the black-armored Divine General was confident he could fight the Saint King before him and even win, he no longer dared linger.
"Kill!"
With a furious shout, the black-armored Divine General thrust his spear like a dragon. A pinpoint of cold light flashed like a falling star, stirring waves across Eightfold Lake. Killing intent swept through heaven and earth like a flower of death blooming.
Cold spearpoint met golden fist.
There was no prolonged deadlock between the two Saint Kings.