Dongwang Gong: When He Fought Me Last Time, He Wasn't Even a Quasi-Saint?!

The moment the aura of a Primordial Golden Immortal soared into the heavens, the entire Eastern Sea seemed to fall silent for an instant.

No Three Corpses manifested around Luxuan, nor did any spiritual treasure bear his Dao Fruit. Instead, entirely different Great Dao patterns intertwined and flowed behind him, only to return to one in the end, forming a hazy, chaotic arcane radiance.

The Array Dao became warp and weft.

The Space Great Dao held heaven and earth apart.

Cloud Water flowed within.

The Sword Dao condensed into Slaughter.

The World Dao was like an endless foundation, bearing all the various Great Daos.

It seemed like ten thousand laws.

Yet in the end, there was only one core.

Luxuan himself.

This aura was completely different from the Quasi-Saint methods that existed in the Great Wilderness, so much so that the mighty figures watching in secret could not even accurately determine what step he had reached.

Yet there was one thing everyone could feel with absolute clarity.

Luxuan had grown stronger.

And it was definitely not as simple as breaking through a minor realm.

At the center of the Myriad Immortals Formation.

Dongwang Gong gripped his Dragonhead Staff, his expression gradually darkening to the extreme.

Just now, he had still been wondering whether he had arrived too late.

Now, there was no need to wonder.

He had indeed come too late.

What he found even harder to accept was that only now had he finally confirmed something.

When they had fought last time.

Luxuan had truly been only a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

Back then, that fellow who had used him as a live lesson for his disciples, directly withstood a Quasi-Saint Dharma Form, and knocked him back with one punch had not even entered the Quasi-Saint realm.

That fact was more agonizing than mere defeat.

Because it meant Dongwang Gong had absolutely no excuse for losing last time.

It was not a close defeat in a clash between equals.

It was that he, a Quasi-Saint.

Had truly been beaten by a Great Luo.

"How could this be..."

Dongwang Gong's expression shifted unpredictably.

Several Celestial Court Great Luo in the distance had clearly realized it as well. When they exchanged glances, the shock in their eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

They had always thought Luxuan had merely used some secret art to conceal his cultivation.

Only now, when his aura had truly undergone a qualitative transformation, did they realize he had never hidden anything before.

He had simply been a Great Luo.

He had merely been so strong that he did not seem like one.

Bixiao had clearly realized it too.

With one snip, the little girl forced back several Celestial Court Taiyi before turning to Yunxiao.

"Big Sister."

"So when Master beat up Dongwang Gong last time, it was pretty much like us fighting people above our realm now?"

Yunxiao could not help smiling.

"Probably."

Bixiao immediately perked up.

"Then I suddenly feel there's nothing worth being proud of about us beating a few Taiyi just now."

Zhao Gongming, who was suppressing six Great Luo in the distance, could not help twitching at the corner of his eye when he heard that.

Was your master a normal case?

Using that standard to judge yourselves.

That was rather like deliberately raising the difficulty of your cultivation journey.

Luxuan, however, had already completely adapted to his new realm.

If, at Great Luo Perfection, the various Great Daos within him could already cooperate with one another yet remained distinct in the end.

Then after stepping into the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Those Great Daos had finally truly become his own.

With a single thought.

All laws accompanied him.

There was no longer any need to deliberately invoke them.

Nor did he need to rely on the outside world.

Even the relationship between him and the Great Wilderness Great Dao had undergone subtle changes.

In the past, he borrowed the power of heaven and earth.

Now, he himself could become a world.

This feeling was quite good.

Luxuan raised his head.

Just in time, he saw the complete Myriad Immortals Formation fully descend.

A million immortal soldiers.

Dozens of Great Luo.

Countless strands of Celestial Court Fortune.

And Dongwang Gong, a Quasi-Saint, personally presiding over the formation.

The enormous violet-gold immortal phantom had nearly covered the entire sky. When its palm descended, countless spaces shattered at once, and its might was several times greater than the Myriad Immortals Formation Dongwang Gong had deployed last time.

"Luxuan!"

Dongwang Gong's voice came from the depths of the formation.

"So what if you have broken through today!"

"I have deployed the complete Myriad Immortals Formation with a million immortal soldiers, and all Celestial Court Fortune has gathered upon me."

"You have only just broken through, and your Dao foundation is not yet stable."

"Who lives and who dies today remains to be seen!"

After hearing him out, Luxuan merely raised his eyes.

"Finished?"

An instinctive sense of foreboding rose in Dongwang Gong's heart.

The next moment.

Luxuan had vanished from where he stood.

There was no spatial fluctuation.

Nor was there any escaping light.

It was as though he had been standing before Dongwang Gong from the very beginning.

"What?!"

Dongwang Gong's pupils abruptly contracted.

His Dragonhead Staff almost instinctively swept forward.

Luxuan clenched his right hand into a fist.

For the first time, he truly struck with the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Boom!

His fist collided head-on with the Dragonhead Staff.

There was no stalemate lasting several breaths like last time.

Nor was there any mutual erosion of their magic power.

The instant the two touched.

Dongwang Gong felt an utterly incomprehensible force pour into his body through the spiritual treasure.

It was not simply stronger magic power.

It was like an entire independent world had crashed into him.

The Dragonhead Staff shook violently.

Dongwang Gong's tiger's mouth split open on the spot.

His entire body, along with the Myriad Immortals Dharma Form behind him, staggered backward.

One step.

Ten thousand miles!

The formation formed by the million immortal soldiers trembled violently as a result.

Dongwang Gong's expression changed for the first time in earnest.

Last time, Luxuan's punch had only forced him back a hundred miles.

Now.

One punch, ten thousand miles.

This gap was no longer merely obvious.

They had completely entered different levels.

"Steady the formation!"

Dongwang Gong roared.

The million immortal soldiers urged their magic power in unison.

Boundless fortune descended once more.

The violet-gold Dharma Form formed seals with both hands, rapidly gathering a round of Celestial Court Divine Light like a blazing sun before its chest.

But Luxuan gave him no time to prepare at all.

The second punch arrived.

Boom—!

This punch did not strike the Dragonhead Staff.

Instead, it slammed directly into the chest of the Myriad Immortals Dharma Form.

The hundred-thousand-zhang Dharma Form's chest instantly caved in.

Countless formation patterns flashed wildly.

The Celestial Court Divine Light Dongwang Gong had just gathered had not even been released before the terrifying force forcibly shattered it from within.

Immediately after.

A crack appeared on the Dharma Form's chest.

It rapidly spread through its limbs and body.

Crack!

The million immortal soldiers all shuddered.

"The formation is breaking!"

"How is that possible!"

"The formation has already been completely restored!"

Countless Celestial Court cultivators went pale.

Last time, Luxuan had at least entered the formation and dismantled its nodes one by one.

But this time.

He did not dismantle anything at all.

He simply hammered it.

So-called technique.

Was something that only needed to be discussed when the difference in strength between both sides was not outrageously vast.

Now, Luxuan clearly felt.

A problem that could be solved with one punch did not require another lesson in formations for Dongwang Gong.

Dongwang Gong sensed this naked disparity as well.

The unease in his heart finally began to transform into true fear.

He gritted his teeth and mobilized all Celestial Court Fortune.

Myriad Immortals Suppress the World!

The violet-gold Dharma Form condensed anew.

Both hands descended upon Luxuan in suppression at once.

Luxuan raised his head.

This time, he could not even be bothered to clench a fist.

He merely extended his right hand.

And pressed downward.

"Get down."

Rumble!

The space around Dongwang Gong suddenly twisted.

A black arcane hand, not particularly enormous, manifested from the void. It was only ten thousand zhang in size, appearing rather insignificant beside the hundred-thousand-zhang Celestial Court Dharma Form.

But the instant the two collided.

The Celestial Court Dharma Form's arms exploded in unison.

The great hand continued pressing down.

Every layer of protective divine light before Dongwang Gong shattered.

The Dragonhead Staff had barely risen before being blasted away by the palm.

The next moment.

The leader of the male immortals fell from the center of the Myriad Immortals Formation.

Boom!

The Eastern Sea erupted in waves billions of zhang high.

A vast crater spanning hundreds of thousands of li appeared directly on the sea's surface.

Bixiao watched from afar.

Her mouth fell open.

"This time, it looks like it got washed even deeper than last time."

Zhao Gongming glanced at the sea surface, which was still continuously collapsing.

"Junior Sister."

"At a time like this, don't be thinking about bathing."

Luxuan hovered high in the sky, watching the intact Myriad Immortals Formation rapidly descend into chaos, his expression still calm.

He had finally confirmed it.

Before breaking through, when fighting Dongwang Gong.

He truly had needed to be a little serious.

After breaking through.

It seemed there was not much difference.

And in the depths of the seabed.

A streak of purple-gold immortal light shot back out at top speed.

Dongwang Gong's face was pale, blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at Luxuan.

For the first time, there was no anger in his eyes.

Only disbelief.

"What kind of art is this?"

Luxuan thought for a moment.

"Primordial Unity."

Dongwang Gong's expression abruptly froze.

Before he could continue questioning.

Luxuan had already raised his hand again.

"But you didn't come here today to hear the Dao."

"Continue."