Wuchen vs. Hongjun (Part 2)

All laws could not invade, and all evils retreated. Hongjun's rule-based offensive technique could not even come within three feet of Wuchen!

"Hmm?"

Hongjun's brows lifted slightly, and for the first time, surprise appeared in his eyes.

Though he had yet to merge with the Dao, he had already perfectly mastered the power of countless rules. His opponent had merely entered the Quasi-Saint realm and had only just begun to grasp the power of rules.

Yet a mere beginner-level Purification Dao possessed the ability to purify all laws.

It was truly inconceivable.

"Hmph! You do have some skill, but that alone is far from enough."

Hongjun snorted coldly and formed hand seals.

The rules of the five elements, yin and yang, space and time, life and death, and more between heaven and earth were all summoned by him, transforming into swords of rules.

Dense and innumerable, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, they slashed toward Wuchen.

As the boundless swords of rules moved together, space shattered and spiritual energy churned. Even Saints of the same realm would have needed to meet such an onslaught with their full strength.

Wuchen stood with his spear in hand. The Godslayer Spear's ferocious god-slaying aura intertwined with the Dao rhythm of purification. He neither dodged nor retreated as his purification divine ability erupted at full force.

A lustrous white radiance transformed into towering waves of light and surged toward the countless swords of rules.

The instant each sword of rules touched the waves of light, the rule patterns upon it were swiftly purified away. Their edge vanished at once, and they dissolved into nothingness.

Hongjun's expression immediately darkened at the sight.

"My turn."

The moment Wuchen spoke, his figure flashed out of sight. The Godslayer Spear in his hand thrust straight at Hongjun's face, every kind of rule power condensed upon its tip.

The Godslayer Spear specialized in attacking the Primordial Spirit. Even Hongjun did not dare receive it head-on.

He could only dodge aside.

But Wuchen pressed his advantage without mercy, launching spear thrust after spear thrust at Hongjun.

Spear shadows filled the sky, carrying endless slaughter and the power of the various Dao rules Wuchen had comprehended. For a time, they drove Hongjun into a position where he was somewhat unable to cope.

"It's that senior!"

Deep within the Blood Sea, Houtu abruptly rose to her feet, her burning gaze fixed on Wuchen across the distance.

Though she did not know Wuchen's true appearance, she had felt the various laws he wielded before. Now that he was fighting with all his strength, she naturally recognized him.

"Go!"

Di Jiang had clearly recognized Wuchen as well. Without another word, he tore open space and led the ancestral witches across it toward the battlefield.

Wuchen had shown kindness to the Witch Clan. This battle might even have arisen because of the Witch Clan—how could they simply stand by and watch?

"Could it be that senior?"

Outside Purple Cloud Palace, Tongtian also turned to look at Laozi beside him.

He had never felt the various laws Wuchen had comprehended, but across the entire Primordial World, there was likely only that senior who could contend with Hongjun.

Laozi pondered for a moment. "Hard to say, but this may be an opportunity for us."

He did not wish to be bound by the Heavenly Dao, yet he lacked the strength to resist it. Now that someone capable of contending with Hongjun had appeared, this was his only opportunity.

He simply did not know whether the other party was that senior, or whether he would be willing to help them.

Unlike Laozi and Tongtian's hesitation, Nuwa acted far more decisively. Without the slightest hesitation, she rushed toward the Primordial World.

Hongjun had "killed" her brother, yet still wished to control her.

If there was no opportunity, so be it.

But if there was even the faintest chance, she had to try.

Even if the price was death.

Becoming a puppet of the Heavenly Dao was hardly any better than death.

Laozi and Tongtian exchanged a glance.

"Go!"

At Laozi's command, the two of them rushed toward the Primordial World together.

"Eldest Brother, Third Brother!"

Watching the two depart, Yuanshi's face was filled with bewilderment.

The Saint's sermon was about to begin—why had they run off?

"We should go too."

A thought stirred in Bai Ze's heart, and he hurriedly looked toward Dijun, Taiyi, and the others.

"Huh?"

Taiyi's face was full of confusion, unable to fathom Bai Ze's intentions.

Dijun, however, understood.

The Saint was in "trouble." This was precisely their chance to make a showing.

"Go!"

Dijun shot forward, and Taiyi and the others could only follow helplessly.

There was never any shortage of "clever people" in the world.

Many great powers who did not know the truth all assumed that Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones had gone to make a showing. For a time, numerous great powers rushed toward the Primordial World as well.

In the end, Yuanshi was swept along by the crowd and charged toward the Primordial World with them.

Outside Purple Cloud Palace, the place was instantly emptied.

In the west.

Zhunti looked at Jieyin and asked, "Brother, should we go help?"

At this, Jieyin shook his head.

"Our karma with him has already ended. Saint karma is not something you and I can bear. Besides, I do not think he needs our help."

Zhunti looked toward the battlefield. It did seem so.

That senior's realm might not match a Saint's, but relying on his divine ability to purify all laws, he had forced Saint Hongjun into a position where he could do nothing to him.

The longer Hongjun fought, the more stifled he felt.

He was a dignified Saint, yet he could not deal with a mere Quasi-Saint.

If this continued, where would his dignity be?

Hongjun raised a hand and brought forth the Pangu Banner. Chaotic currents abruptly filled the air.

With a sweep of the Pangu Banner, it unleashed the might of opening heaven and splitting earth. Endless Heaven-Opening energy blades descended, seeking to cleave Wuchen apart, body and soul alike.

The Pangu Banner was an innate supreme treasure, formed from the axe blade of the Heaven-Opening Axe, Pangu's supreme treasure. It possessed the power to open heaven and split earth, and to reset the cosmos.

Nothing could withstand the divine might of opening heaven. In terms of killing power, it was not much inferior to the Godslayer Spear.

Seeing the pressure of the Pangu Banner descend, Wuchen not only felt no fear, but a gleam flashed through his eyes. The blazing heat in his gaze made Hongjun's heart jolt.

Purifying radiance gathered around Wuchen's body and swept directly toward the Pangu Banner.

The Purifying Divine Light not only purified the Heaven-Opening energy blades; the instant it coiled around the Pangu Banner, it began purifying the imprint of Hongjun's divine sense attached to the treasure.

The Pangu Banner's towering heaven-opening might was actually suppressed.

"Impudence!"

Hongjun flew into a rage. Never had he seen anyone dare to forcibly seize an innate supreme treasure from a Saint's hands, much less use such bizarre purifying power to strip away his connection to his treasure.

He drove the power of rules with all his strength, attempting to reclaim control of the Pangu Banner.

But Wuchen's purification divine ability was incomparably overbearing. It countered all laws and severed all bonds. No matter how Hongjun urged the power of rules, he could not resist its purification.

It was at that moment that Di Jiang and the other twelve ancestral witches finally reached the battlefield.

The instant they stepped out of the spatial rift, the twelve ancestral witches had already formed the Twelve Capitals Divine Fiend Formation, summoning a colossal Dharma form that supported heaven and earth.

"Hongjun, die!"

The Pangu Dharma form moved with Di Jiang's will, and the phantom Heaven-Opening Axe in its hand cleaved straight toward Hongjun.

"Pangu!"

At a fleeting glance, Hongjun was frightened out of his wits. No longer caring about any supreme treasure, he abruptly fled a hundred thousand miles away.

Wuchen seized the opportunity to forcibly suppress the Pangu Banner and draw it into his hand.

Boom!

The axe blade unleashed by the Pangu Dharma form struck the land of the Primordial World. Like tofu, the Primordial World's earth was sliced apart, yet it caused no visual spectacle whatsoever.

"Damn it!"

Hongjun focused his eyes and realized that the so-called Pangu was merely a Dharma form.

A dignified Saint had actually been frightened into such a state by a mere Dharma form.

"Di Jiang, you are courting death!"

Humiliated into fury, Hongjun raised his hand and condensed a hand of rules, which suppressed the twelve ancestral witches who had become the Pangu Dharma form from across the air.