No art could breach them, no evil could touch them, no dust of the mortal world could stain them.
No attack or killing blow could come near the three of them.
What had blocked King Pumo's attack and protected Meng Chuan and the others was a teapot lid.
It was the lid of the teapot Meng Chuan used to brew his tea—a peerless Divine Weapon of the Fortune grade.
It was good for both enjoyment and fighting enemies.
Meng Chuan grew fonder of the teapot by the moment. If he got the chance, he would have to upgrade it again.
Its power had been greatly suppressed by Heaven and Earth and the Great Dao Laws, and it was still adapting.
But its material alone was more than enough to withstand an attack from King Pumo in his current state.
My treasure might not be able to wield Divine Abilities or the Great Dao, but it's hard enough!
King Pumo stared at the teapot lid, despair stirring in his heart.
“A strange Different King-grade Dharma Artifact. Cough, cough...”
He spoke softly, but before he could finish, he began coughing blood.
His condition was too poor. He had only said a few words and struck once, yet the hidden injuries in his body were already flaring up.
"One day, I'll go and see the immortal treasures and ancient pills of the Foreign Realm," Meng Chuan said calmly.
"I'm sure that when the day comes, the Undying Kings of the Foreign Realm will personally offer me the treasures you spoke of."
"They'll invite me to appraise them, let me play with them, and beg me to restrain my might."
"Ha." King Pumo smiled, though his face was so wretched that no smile could be seen on it.
He admitted he might meet his