Yi Jinghai had once said that whoever touched a Dao Fruit would have the Heaven-Collapsing Tribulation fall upon them.
Even Dao-Transforming immortals could not withstand such a calamity.
Even the Dao-Transforming True Lords who had barely survived from the old immortal realm were still suffering the effects of the Heaven-Collapsing Tribulation to this day.
Much less these True Persons who were merely at the Zao Xuan realm.
Thinking of this, Kong Jiao no longer paid attention to the Witch God's Dao Fruit. He was not Yi Jinghai and had no way to seal the Dao Fruit.
Besides, there were more important matters awaiting him.
After he killed the Witch God, the luck on his body, which had nearly taken form, was absorbed by the Cloud-Pattern Stele in Kong Jiao's hand and transformed into his own luck.
Kong Jiao's luck advanced another step. The golden little cauldron affected the seven remaining quasi-Dao-Transforming immortals before the seven gates.
"Take them all out!" Kong Jiao swept his gaze across the other seven gates, his face icy.
Since these Dao-Transforming True Lords from the old era had obstructed lower-realm cultivators from attaining the Dao, then regardless of what positions they had held in the immortal realm during their lives, they deserved death.
"Consider it fulfilling the Palace Mistress's unfinished will!"
With that thought, Kong Jiao's True Soul surged above his head as he once more activated the Cloud-Pattern Stele in his hand.
The scene of Kong Jiao killing the Witch God had long been witnessed by the seven quasi-Dao-Transforming immortals before the seven gates.
Seeing Kong Jiao raise the method he had used against the Witch God again, the expressions of the seven quasi-Dao-Transforming immortals all turned grave. Then, as though by prior agreement, they made the same move.
They directly abandoned the seven