Dongwang Gong, Zhunti, We Will Never Rest Until One of Us Is Dead!

The Primordial World.

At this moment, the fury in Dongwang Gong's eyes had nearly taken tangible form.

After searching bitterly for ten thousand years, with the cultivation ground right before him, how could he let someone else seize it?

With that thought, the Pure Yang Sword in Dongwang Gong's hand became a crimson-gold streak that tore through the sky.

The sword light blazed, supremely yang and unyieldingly fierce.

Bearing terrifying might capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, it was like a falling sun as it savagely slashed toward Kong Xuan ahead.

Facing this furious strike, the phantom of the Seven-Colored Treasure Tree floating above Kong Xuan's head suddenly shone brilliantly.

"Whoosh!"

Seven-Colored Divine Light flowed from the branches of the treasure tree.

It was no longer defensive. Instead, it condensed into an incomparably solid seven-colored pillar of light, like a heaven-supporting divine pestle, carrying the tyrannical Dao intent of sweeping away all things and shattering countless techniques.

Without dodging or evading, it charged directly at the crimson-gold sword rainbow.

Cyan, crimson, yellow, white, black, yin, and yang. The seven origins revolved, evolving the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements, yin and yang complementing one another.

Boom—

Two terrifying forces at the level of Daluo Golden Immortals collided head-on without any embellishment.

The blinding radiance instantly swallowed the sea and sky for tens of thousands of miles around.

The vast shockwave forcibly pressed a massive crater a thousand miles wide into the sea below.

Though the Pure Yang sword light was indeed tyrannical enough to incinerate stars and sever rivers of stars,

before Kong Xuan's full-powered Seven-Colored Divine Light, which imitated the might of the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree, it was like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Where the Seven-Colored Divine Light passed, the supremely yang sword rainbow was crushed inch by inch by an invisible giant hand, collapsing and vanishing.

The Pure Yang Law contained within it was forcibly swept away amid the cycling seven colors.

Sword light and divine light canceled each other out, perishing together.

The terrifying shockwave sent both men flying back hundreds of miles.

Dongwang Gong's sword hand went slightly numb, and the shock and fury in his eyes intensified.

He had never expected his enraged strike to be so easily neutralized by the other party.

This Zhunti was far stronger than he had anticipated.

"Zhunti, you truly have some skill. Take another strike from me!"

Dongwang Gong shrieked sharply, steadying himself as he raised the Pure Yang Sword again. The blade hummed.

But how could Kong Xuan give him another chance to calmly gather momentum?

"Fellow Daoist, this place is fated to belong to my Western Region. You should leave!"

As the words fell, almost at the instant the sword light and divine light canceled each other out, the phantom of the Seven-Colored Treasure Tree above his head shook violently.

This time, it did not condense into a pillar of light. Instead, seven streaks of divine light surged forth like floodwaters released from a dam, sweeping toward Dongwang Gong from every direction.

Cyan Wood entwined, Crimson Fire burned the heavens, Thick Earth suppressed, Gengjin sharpened, and Gui Water froze.

Two more divine lights, one supremely yin and one supremely yang, revolved and ground together like a Yin-Yang Grinding Disc.

Every stream of divine light contained terrifying power sufficient to sweep away mountains and obliterate rivers.

They interwove into a seven-colored net that covered heaven and earth, trapping Dongwang Gong firmly at its center.

"Paltry tricks!"

Dongwang Gong roared in the face of Kong Xuan's assault.

The Pure Yang Sword evolved sword light, splitting into countless strands and forming a crimson-gold curtain of swords that protected his entire body without a single gap.

Sword light and divine light collided fiercely as their battle churned the sea region.

Yet Kong Xuan's attacks would not cease so easily.

The domineering traits of the Seven-Colored Divine Light were displayed to the fullest.

Though Dongwang Gong's Pure Yang sword qi was fierce and powerful, it seemed far too singular before the divine light's cycling attributes and balanced yin and yang.

His sword light was continuously swept away and annihilated. His expenditure of mana far exceeded Kong Xuan's.

What alarmed him even more was that the Seven-Colored Divine Light seemed capable of eroding his protective immortal radiance.

With every collision, a strange force tried to invade his meridians and disrupt the circulation of his mana.

"Damn it!"

Anxiety gradually rose in Dongwang Gong's heart.

He realized that he had been completely suppressed by his opponent and could only defend passively.

As time passed, just as he desperately deflected a streak of entwining cyan Yi Wood Divine Light, a sharp gleam burst from Kong Xuan's eyes.

"Now!"

Kong Xuan struck. The Seven-Colored Divine Light no longer carried the intent to kill as it had before.

Instead, it carried the intent to seize, sweeping straight toward the Pure Yang Sword.

The divine light fell upon the sword, and the spiritual treasure seemed to lose its master's control. Realizing something, Dongwang Gong let out an unwilling roar. "No!"

The Pure Yang Sword instantly turned into a crimson streak of light.

With a whoosh, it was forcibly taken away.

"Pfft!"

His natal spiritual treasure had been forcibly seized. Dongwang Gong's mind shook violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper!

"My Pure Yang Sword!"

Dongwang Gong clutched his chest, disbelief filling his eyes.

The other party actually had the ability to take away his spiritual treasure.

Such a method was simply unheard of.

Losing the Pure Yang Sword was like losing an arm, greatly diminishing his combat strength!

Having succeeded in one blow, Kong Xuan did not pause.

"Seven-Colored Unity, Chaos Return to Origin!"

As the words fell, the seven-colored streams became a pillar of chaotic light. Its power seemed to contain the intent of destruction, causing Dongwang Gong's expression to change drastically.

As the chaotic pillar of light shot forth, its vast might forced Dongwang Gong to unleash unprecedented potential!

He roared, and blazing golden flames erupted around his body—his origin blood essence was burning madly!

A violent force far surpassing his own realm instantly filled every inch of his body!

"Zhunti, I cannot coexist under the same heavens as you!"

Dongwang Gong roared furiously.

Then, at the instant the chaotic pillar of light pierced toward him, his body transformed into a streak of light burning with golden flames.

At a speed close to burning his blood essence, he forcibly broke free from the chaotic pillar's lock-on and fled into the void.

Boom—!!!

As he departed, Dongwang Gong's voice reached Kong Xuan's ears.

"Zhunti of the Western Region, you stole my opportunity and seized my spiritual treasure. This enmity cannot be shared beneath the same heavens!"

"I, Dongwang Gong, swear here that I will kill you!"

Hearing this, Kong Xuan smiled disdainfully. "I am Kong Xuan, not Zhunti!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

Unfortunately, there was no way Dongwang Gong could hear those words.

Then Kong Xuan turned around. Just as he cast his gaze upon the Penglai Immortal Island, radiant with countless rays of rosy light, another change occurred.

At this moment, Penglai Immortal Island seemed about to flee into the void and hide itself once more.

"Hmm?"

Kong Xuan frowned as his divine sense instantly swept across the entire island.

He keenly sensed that Penglai Immortal Island seemed to exist in a strange state of drifting without a fixed location.

It was not fixed within the spatial coordinates of the Eastern Sea in the Primordial World.

Instead, it was like a massive ship sailing through chaotic spatial currents.

Following some profound trajectory, it constantly moved and concealed itself!

"No wonder..."

Kong Xuan suddenly understood, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"No wonder I searched the Eastern Sea for so many years and repeatedly scanned it with my divine sense, yet never found even the slightest trace!"

"It was not that the opportunity had yet to arrive. This island left no trace behind. Without a key or someone drawn here by a specific opportunity, its location simply could not be locked onto!"

He instantly grasped the core characteristic of Penglai Immortal Island—those without great opportunity would find it impossible to trace.

If Dongwang Gong had not led the way, then even after countless epochs, he might not have found it.

"This island is destined to belong to me, Kong Xuan!"

Leading the way was one thing, but the opportunity belonged to him, Kong Xuan.

Then Kong Xuan's figure flickered. Protected by seven-colored divine light, he turned into a streak of light and instantly passed through the violently rippling protective light barrier, entering Penglai Immortal Island.

The moment he stepped inside, Xiantian Spiritual Qi so dense it had nearly liquefied rushed toward him.

It refreshed his heart and mind, leaving him invigorated.

Immortal mountains towered high, and spiritual springs and waterfalls flowed.

All manner of beautiful scenery lay before him, but Kong Xuan's gaze was sharp as he fixed it upon a boundary monument at the center.

The two characters, Penglai, flowed with Dao intent upon it.

This was the key to controlling the entire immortal island and the Xiantian grand formation surrounding it.

"Refine!"

Kong Xuan stepped before the boundary monument and sat down cross-legged.

Calming his mind, he began refining the boundary monument of Penglai Immortal Island.