Xuanyuan's pupils contracted. In all his long life, this was the first time he had seen someone produce so many top-tier Dharma treasures at once.
Kong Xuan's mouth fell open, and he could not close it for a long while.
He suddenly understood why this second senior brother of the Jie Teachings was called "Duobao."
It was not a name. It was a testament to his strength.
"Randeng." Duobao's voice remained calm—calm enough to inspire despair.
"You said you were going to offend me?"
"Then let me ask you something."
"Are you sure?"
Randeng's Adam's apple bobbed, and beads of sweat seeped from his temples.
The composure of a Peak Quasi-Saint wavered at that moment.
It was not fear.
It was despair.
No desperate struggle or hidden trump card could bridge such an overwhelming gap.
"Collect!"
Duobao gave him no time to react and shoved his right hand forward.
Those thousand-odd Dharma treasures moved at once.
They did not crash down in a chaotic swarm. Instead, they followed an incomparably exquisite trajectory, forming a perfect great formation of Dharma treasures.
Every Dharma treasure was an Array Eye, and every Dharma treasure was a killing move.
A thousand treasures formed an array; ten thousand techniques returned to one.
Rumble!
The first wave of attacks descended.
Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Banners transformed into thirty-six sky-destroying banner phantoms, tearing Randeng's Ancient Lamp barrier into pieces.
"What?!" Randeng was horrified and hurriedly retreated.
But wherever he retreated, those Dharma treasures followed.
The second wave came immediately after.
Twelve immortal treasure mirrors simultaneously bloomed with spiritual radiance, sealing off all of Randeng's escape routes from twelve directions. Where the mirror lights converged, space itself solidified.
Randeng was trapped where he stood.
The third wave.
One hundred and eight flying swords transformed into a river of swords,