If I Say I'll Destroy Your Celestial Court, Then I'll Truly Destroy It

Dongwang Gong fled.

This news shattered the morale of the Celestial Court's million-strong army even more thoroughly than the breaking of the Myriad Immortals Formation.

A formation could be defeated.

A battle could be lost.

But the commander could not be the first to run.

Especially when that commander was the lord of the Celestial Court.

The foremost male immortal.

The instant Dongwang Gong tore open space and returned to Purple Palace Isle, the million immortal troops, who had barely managed to maintain order, fell into complete chaos.

Some wanted to follow Dongwang Gong back to Purple Palace Isle.

Some intended to maintain their formation and keep resisting.

And some rogue immortals who had only joined the Celestial Court later, upon seeing the situation collapse beyond repair, had only one thought: flee.

The Celestial Court's greatest strength.

Was its numbers.

But numbers also meant that once the central restraint was truly lost, they scattered just as quickly.

In only a brief moment.

The million immortal troops that had once blanketed the heavens broke into dozens of chaotic groups.

The Three Cloud Sisters did not continue the slaughter.

Nor had Luxuan ever intended for them to wipe out these ordinary cultivators.

The true core of the Celestial Court that had formed karma with Penglai.

Had always been Dongwang Gong and those Great Luo who advocated war.

Most ordinary immortal soldiers had merely followed orders.

Killing a million of them.

Would achieve nothing except add a little pollution to the Eastern Sea.

The ones who truly needed to be dealt with.

Were on Purple Palace Isle.

At the end of the spatial passage.

Dongwang Gong had only just taken one step out when he returned to the heart of the Celestial Court.

"Imperial Lord!"

The cultivators guarding Purple Palace Isle were delighted at first when they saw Dongwang Gong suddenly appear.

But they quickly realized something was wrong.

His imperial robes were torn.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth.

Even the divine radiance on the Dragonhead Staff was far dimmer than usual.

The hearts of many cultivators immediately sank.

Defeated?

Dongwang Gong offered no explanation.

The first thing he did upon landing was raise his hand and activate Purple Palace Isle's island-protecting formation.

Boom!

Countless immortal mountains lit up at once.

One Innate formation rune after another rose from underground.

As a sacred ground that Dongwang Gong had operated for countless years, Purple Palace Isle had originally possessed a formidable Innate formation.

After the Celestial Court was established, it had been continuously perfected by numerous Great Luo.

Now that it was fully activated.

The entire immortal isle was instantly enveloped in layer upon layer of purple light.

Only at this moment.

Did Dongwang Gong finally let out a small breath of relief.

Purple Palace Isle was not Penglai.

But this was likewise his home ground, cultivated over countless years.

Even if Luxuan pursued him here.

Breaking through by force would be no easy task.

"Pass the order immediately."

Dongwang Gong's voice was hoarse.

"Activate every island-protecting restriction."

"Take out every defensive Spirit Treasure in the treasury."

"All Celestial Court cultivators remaining behind are to enter their formation positions."

"No one is permitted to leave Purple Palace Isle!"

The surrounding immortals' expressions changed slightly.

At last, someone could not help asking, "Imperial Lord, the front line..."

Dongwang Gong shot him a cold look.

"Do as I say!"

That man did not dare ask further.

But less than ten breaths after the order was issued.

The boundless void outside Purple Palace Isle suddenly rippled.

A spatial rift silently opened.

Luxuan stepped out from it with the Three Cloud Sisters and Zhao Gongming.

Dongwang Gong's face changed completely.

"So fast?!"

He had clearly severed the spatial passage himself.

Yet Luxuan had still caught up.

More absurdly, he had even brought four disciples along.

Was this a pursuit.

Or a group sightseeing trip?

The moment Bixiao emerged from the spatial passage, Purple Palace Isle was the first thing she saw.

The young girl had only heard of the Celestial Court before.

She had never personally visited it.

Purple qi surged across the entire immortal isle.

Countless palaces and towers stood tall.

Streams of immortal light covered its mountains and rivers.

In terms of grandeur, it truly deserved to be called one of the Great Wilderness's greatest immortal forces.

"So this is the Celestial Court?"

"It looks pretty wealthy."

Zhao Gongming could not help looking at her.

"Junior Sister."

"We came here to fight."

Bixiao nodded earnestly.

"I know."

"That's why I'm first checking whether it's worth moving out."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

This junior sister had already begun planning how to move out their assets after they won.

The key was that after thinking it over carefully.

He actually felt she was most likely right.

Within the island-protecting formation.

Dongwang Gong had clearly heard her as well.

His expression turned even uglier.

"Luxuan!"

"Don't push people too far!"

Luxuan hovered outside Purple Palace Isle.

"I'm pushing people too far?"

"Who brought a million immortal troops to Penglai today?"

"And who demanded that I hand over the Penglai Origin?"

"When you could beat me, you were prepared to destroy my sacred ground."

"Now that you can't beat me, you shut yourself inside your own home and start talking reason?"

Luxuan shook his head.

"Dongwang Gong."

"There's no bargain that cheap in this world."

Having said that.

He raised his right fist.

The expressions of many cultivators within Purple Palace Isle changed drastically.

Dongwang Gong immediately activated every island-protecting formation.

"Suppress!"

Endless purple light formed a heavy curtain.

Several High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures rose into the sky at once.

The formation's aura even faintly reached the Quasi-Saint level.

Luxuan did not stop.

The first punch.

Boom!

The entire Purple Palace Isle shook violently.

Countless mountain peaks trembled at once.

Tens of thousands of ripples instantly spread across the island-protecting light curtain.

The faces of the Celestial Court cultivators remaining behind all went pale.

But the formation did not break.

Dongwang Gong felt slightly relieved.

Good.

Purple Palace Isle's many years of construction had not been for show.

The next moment.

Luxuan's second punch had already descended.

Rumble!

The purple light curtain, which had previously only shown ripples, suddenly caved inward.

Several Innate Spirit Treasures responsible for suppressing the formation nodes cried out in unison.

Between the mountains and rivers.

A clear crack began to slash across the formation from east to west.

The expression on Dongwang Gong's face froze once more.

The third punch.

Luxuan did not throw it immediately.

Instead, he paused.

Bixiao thought her master was preparing to switch to some other divine ability.

But Luxuan merely turned back to look at Yunxiao.

"Did you understand it?"

Yunxiao had been staring at the island-protecting formation for quite some time.

At his words, she nodded.

"More or less."

Dongwang Gong: "..."

They had pursued him all the way to his doorstep.

And he still had not forgotten to teach his disciple?

Having received his answer.

Luxuan turned back around.

"Then let's end this."

The third punch.

BOOM—!

The island-protecting formation above Purple Palace Isle, maintained for countless years, exploded with a thunderous crash.

The skyful of violet light shattered into countless motes.

For the first time, the entire Celestial Court was completely exposed before Luxuan.

Dongwang Gong's face turned deathly pale.

But there was no path of retreat left.

He raised a hand and seized the Dragonhead Staff.

The Celestial Court's remaining fortune gathered madly.

"Luxuan!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

His Quasi-Saint power burned completely away.

A violet-gold divine radiance more violent than any before erupted from Dongwang Gong's body.

Luxuan watched him.

There was no mockery.

Nor was there any pointless talk.

At a time like this.

Nothing anyone said held any meaning.

The two had already become enemies face-to-face.

Today, there could be only one outcome.

Dongwang Gong burned his fortune.

The Dragonhead Staff transformed into an enormous violet-gold true dragon.

Luxuan stepped forward.

The Primordial Unity Great Dao revolved.

One palm.

The violet-gold true dragon burst apart.

A second palm.

The Dragonhead Staff flew from his grasp.

A third palm.

It struck Dongwang Gong squarely in the chest.

Boom!

The Quasi-Saint Dharma body shattered inch by inch.

Dongwang Gong's Primordial Spirit had barely fled.

When an invisible cage formed jointly by the Array Dao and the Space Great Dao sealed off all directions.

"Luxuan!"

Dongwang Gong's Primordial Spirit rammed against it frantically.

"I am the leader of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor!"

"How dare you kill me?!"

Luxuan's expression remained calm.

"Hongjun appointed you leader of the male immortals."

"He never told you to bring people to seize this poor Daoist's Penglai."

With that said.

His five fingers closed.

Crack.

Dongwang Gong's Primordial Spirit, along with the last wisp of his true soul, was crushed completely.

Rumble—

At the instant the leader of the male immortals fell.

The winds and clouds above all of Purple Palace Isle changed abruptly.

The Celestial Court Fortune, gathered over countless years, lost its core and instantly began to scatter madly.

An enormous violet-gold fortune dragon let out a soundless wail.

Then it split open from the middle.

Transforming into rainlike light that filled the sky.

Within the Celestial Court.

Countless cultivators stared blankly at the heavens.

Everyone understood.

Dongwang Gong was dead.

The Celestial Court.

Was gone as well.

Luxuan stood above the immortal palace.

He did not continue attacking.

He merely watched the Celestial Court cultivators below, who had completely lost their will to fight.

"Dongwang Gong is dead."

"Those who wish to leave."

"May leave now."

"Those who want to continue avenging the Celestial Court."

"This poor Daoist will receive them as well."

Purple Palace Isle remained silent for a long while.

In the end.

The first Taiyi lowered the magic treasure in his hand.

Then turned and left.

Then came the second.

The third.

More and more immortal lights rose from every corner of Purple Palace Isle, scattering in all directions across the Eastern Sea.

Bixiao watched for quite a while.

Then suddenly leaned close to Yunxiao.

"Big Sister."

"They've all left."

Yunxiao glanced at her.

"And then?"

Bixiao pointed toward the endless palaces deep within the Celestial Court.

"The things in there..."

The moment Zhao Gongming heard her, he knew what she was about to say.

Sure enough.

Her next words immediately followed.

"Does that mean nobody wants them anymore?"

Luxuan heard every word from up ahead.

The corner of his mouth could not help but lift.

"Go take a look."

Bixiao's eyes lit up instantly.

"The treasure vault?"

Luxuan was already walking deeper into the immortal palace.

"The Celestial Court has been operating for so many years."

"It can't really let this poor Daoist fight this battle for nothing."