Grand Master Xuandu and Daoist Duobao Battle Zhunti; Gongming Lies Across Kunlun Road

That day, Daoist Wen Jing finally recalled the terror she had felt when Ancestor Minghe was annihilated by Heaven's punishment.

Watching that beam of light tear through the boundless darkness, Wen Jing's Dao heart clenched fiercely.

After Spirit Mountain had been smashed several times, the many great arrays painstakingly erected at the cost of countless precious materials were pierced straight through by that beam as though they were mere sheets of paper!

Several old Daoists tried to stop the light and were instantly melted away;

Saint Zhunti personally intervened, sacrificing one arm of his Dharma body before finally exhausting the beam's spiritual energy...

This scene was all too much like the Heaven's punishment that had descended upon the Blood Sea years ago!

Back then, heavenly lightning too had descended like pillars. Pure, violent spiritual energy had directly evaporated nearly half the Blood Sea. Ancestor Minghe had fallen as a result, the Asura Race had gone from prosperity to decline, and the Blood Mosquito Clan had been forced to leave the Blood Sea.

What was happening at Spirit Mountain now...

It was similar, truly very similar.

Still, it did not have much to do with her.

Wen Jing's immortal consciousness had been fixed on her Great Consort all along. Having caught the conversation between her Great Consort and Fairy Yunxiao, she already knew that this jade statue of Fairy Yunxiao was a little trinket forged by Lord Star Lord.

A little trinket...

Sigh, Lord Star Lord, she was merely a little mosquito of the Human Teaching, not some great commander of the Western Teachings!

How were the Western Teachings supposed to fight this?

Even the Saint's Dharma body had lost an arm. Though it was quickly re-formed, the Western Teachings had nonetheless lost both face and formation.

A Saint was actually