The battle involving a Sage on the western frontier of Southern Jambudvipa had caused far too great a disturbance.
Kong Xuan had met the Sage might head-on, sending Zhunti flying tens of thousands of feet with a single punch, coughing up blood.
The storm of laws stirred up by that terrifying collision of power tore the firmament apart, making even the Thirty-Three Heavens shake violently.
Countless mighty figures cultivating in seclusion in grotto-heavens and blessed lands were startled awake by those world-shaking fluctuations and cast their divine sense toward the scene.
When they saw Saint Zhunti's bedraggled figure amid the chaos, and Kong Xuan standing proudly in the void, the force of his fist still lingering,
They were all dumbstruck.
"I... am I seeing things? Saint Zhunti... was beaten?"
"Was that Kong Xuan? When did he become so terrifying? He actually overpowered a Sage as a Quasi-Saint?"
"Doesn't he cultivate the Five Elements Great Dao? What was that incomparably overbearing power? That power shouldn't exist in the Primordial World!"
Dead silence fell over the Three Realms.
Every mighty figure who witnessed the scene felt their entire worldview suffer an unprecedented blow.
In their hearts, Sages were heaven itself, the Dao itself, synonymous with invincibility.
Yet today, someone had punched a hole straight through that heaven!
Meanwhile.
In the void, countless tens of thousands of miles from the western battlefield,
Two streaks of light were speeding along.
One rode black-and-red Wind-Fire Wheels and wielded the Fire-Tipped Spear, with three heads, six arms, and demon flames surging to the heavens. It was Nezha.
The other wore silver armor and held the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, a heavenly eye upon his forehead and divine majesty radiating from him. It was Yang Jian.
After Xiqi's destruction, neither of them had remained idle. Under