One Against Four Saints: Qin Mu Faces a Deadly Crisis

Boom!

Four pillars of saintly might pierced heaven and earth like columns holding up the sky, pinning Peach Mountain fast to the Primordial Land.

At that moment, it seemed as though the whole world had been muted.

This pressure was no tentative prod from an Avatar, no scratching an itch through a boot. It came from the Heavenly Dao Origin: pure, primal, and crushing.

On Peach Mountain, the Interception Sect disciples who had just been cheering their eldest senior brother's divine might froze mid-celebration. They felt their Primordial Spirits, immortal bodies, and even True Spirits being crushed inch by inch. Their thoughts slowed to a crawl.

Thud!

Zhao Gongming, San Xiao, Holy Mother Huoling... Daluo Golden Immortals and even Quasi-Saints were pressed to the ground like mortals, unable to move a finger.

Was this the pressure of Heavenly Dao Saints in their true bodies?

Compared with the four Avatars from before, it was the difference between fireflies and a brilliant moon!

Could Master withstand them?

Yang Jian wondered.

The same question arose in the hearts of countless mighty beings across the Primordial Three Realms.

Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Grand Master Xuan Du watched the heaven-rending scene in the Water Mirror, his face pale. He could not help asking, "Master, Martial Uncle Yuanshi and the other three Saints have all come in their true bodies. Senior Brother Qin Mu..."

Taishang Laojun held his Dust Whisk and watched in silence. For the first time, something stirred in his eyes, usually so detached. He shook his head gently without answering.

That shake made Xuan Du's heart sink further.

Did Master mean that even he saw no chance of victory for Senior Brother Qin Mu?

Golden Ao Island, Biyou Palace.

Clang!

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian rang out with a heaven-shaking Sword