Yin Jiao Reached Golden Rooster Ridge by Night; Kong Xuan Accompanied Him to Barren Mountain!

Inside the Commander's Tent at Golden Rooster Ridge, the Five-Colored Divine Light fell into disorder for the first time.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged behind the Marshal's Desk, his face pale, five rays of green, yellow, red, black, and white flickering uncertainly at his fingertips.

Zhunti's Great Dream Heart Sutra had not completely dissipated.

Strands of golden Dream Thread entwined the depths of his Primordial Spirit. Whenever he circulated the Five-Colored Divine Light, countless mortal joys and sorrows, the rise and fall of dynasties, aging, illness, death, and parting forced their way into his Dao Heart.

The assembled generals bowed their heads, keeping even their breathing exceedingly soft.

They had followed Kong Xuan for years and were accustomed to watching a single sweep of the Five-Colored Divine Light render all arts empty.

Lei Zhenzi had been swept away.

Huang Tianhua had been swept away.

Wei Hu had been swept away.

Even Zhunti's incarnation had once been forced half a step back by Kong Xuan.

But now, for the first time, they saw their general unable to suppress his injuries.

A Tiger-Head Demon King gritted his teeth and braced himself to speak.

"General, Zhunti did borrow sage Dao Resonance, after all. What happened today... was no failing of your fighting prowess."

Kong Xuan's eyes snapped open.

Two rays of Five-Colored Divine Light shot out, frightening the Tiger-Head Demon King to his knees on the spot.

"A defeat is a defeat."

Kong Xuan's voice was icy.

"Can making excuses for me sweep away the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree?"

The Commander's Tent instantly fell deathly silent.

The Tiger-Head Demon King prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to utter another word.

Kong Xuan slowly raised his hand. The five-colored radiance in his palm had barely completed half a turn when it suddenly stalled.

Zhunti's