With a single stomp, Dijiang stirred the earth's energy into a violent surge, blasting the Chan Sect disciples' bodies apart and killing them.
The sight greatly heartened Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, and even Xihe and Changxi.
"Hmph! You dared to strike Fellow Daoist Changqing down!"
"Yuanshi, let's see whether you can bear watching your own disciples perish one after another, their lives and Daos extinguished!"
Zhurong roared and unleashed a ferocious attack of his own.
With a sweep of his hand, laws surged forth in a vast, mighty torrent.
In an instant, flames coalesced across the sky and swept down, blanketing the vast expanse of Kunlun Mountain.
The raging flames rose, burning all things to nothing!
In the blink of an eye, many more disciples were engulfed.
Agonized screams rang out, but they changed nothing.
In mere moments, those Chan Sect disciples were burned into oblivion, reduced to scattered ash without even bones left behind.
Xihe and Changxi followed close behind, unleashing supreme Divine Arts of unparalleled destructive might.
Streams of supreme yin energy flowed, formless, shapeless, and impossible to trace.
Yet the supreme yin power emanating from them could freeze everything in an instant, stilling all things.
Under such terrifying Divine Arts, the Chan Sect disciples' blood qi seemed to freeze at once, leaving them rooted to the spot.
It was not that they did not want to move. The immense pressure radiating from Xihe and Changxi seized their hearts and souls, making them afraid to so much as stir.
They seemed terrified that drawing the two goddesses' attention would bring death upon them the very next moment.
Randeng's expression was grave and solemn as he watched the Taiyin Goddesses and the others with profound wariness.
Though he was the Chan Sect's Vice Sect Leader, his progress over countless years