Zhenmiao Little Taoist’s voice reverberated through heaven and earth.
Below, dozens of Paradise Realm Saint Kings stood guard outside the temple, they looked up towards him.
One of them, a Paradise Realm Saint King with six golden saint eyes, discerned Zhenmiao Little Taoist’s true form, exclaiming in astonishment, “That’s a hundred-thousand-year-old ancient saint herb!”
A hundred-thousand-year-old ancient saint herb was a rare treasure, sought after even by Great Saints.
Who could’ve imagined one would present itself?
However, the Paradise Realm Saint Kings could tell Zhenmiao Little Taoist was formidable, the saintly might radiating from him was deeply intimidating, especially since a powerhouse like Kun had been beaten unconscious by him.
Thus, no one dared rush forward lightly, fearing they’d follow in Kun’s footsteps.
Besides, a hundred-thousand-year-old ancient saint herb appearing out of nowhere was inherently bizarre.
Seeing no response from the Paradise Realm Saint Kings, Zhenmiao Little Taoist grew impatient, casting a disdainful look, “Is there anyone in the Paradise Realm who can actually fight?”
“A mere saint herb dares provoke the Paradise Realm, this king will take you down today.”
A burly figure charged forth.
This man’s combat strength ranked in the top ten among the Paradise Realm kings present, known as King Juexin.
Having had his seven-shine ten-thousand-pattern saint weapon, the Skyward Tower, snatched by the Tianming Corpse Emperor, King Juexin was already furious, he couldn’t tolerate a saint herb prancing and taunting him.
“Heaven’s Punishment Technique.”
Saint qi surged within King Juexin, countless saintly path rules streamed from his brow, converging into his arms, forming a circular seal dozens of zhang in diameter.
“Crackle.”
The saint qi of heaven and earth frantically gathered into the seal.
But before King Juexin could unleash it, his expression shifted dramatically.
A vast wave of supreme might erupted from the hundred-thousand-year-old ancient saint herb opposite him, stirring the winds and clouds of this realm, even the seal in King Juexin’s hands trembled uncontrollably under that supreme force.
“Swish.”
A beam of supreme power coalesced into purple light, streaking across the sky, colliding with the seal.
King Juexin’s face grew graver, he全力 (fully) summoned Truth Rules, infusing them into the seal, boosting its power several-fold.
“Rumble.”
It still couldn’t hold, the seal was pierced by the purple light.
With a “spurt,” the purple beam struck King Juexin’s waist, tearing through flesh and blood, nearly cleaving him in two.
Sensing supreme power invade his wound, King Juexin fled backwards, shouting, “This hundred-thousand-year-old ancient saint herb wields a supreme saint weapon, everyone attack together!”
The dozens of Saint Kings outside the temple flinched, a chill running down their spines.
A supreme saint weapon?
A Nine-Step Saint King wielding a complete supreme saint weapon could challenge a Great Saint, in other words, below Great Saint level, a supreme saint weapon could crush all.
Unless another Saint King also held a supreme saint weapon, only then could they stand toe-to-toe.
With Shang Ziqi, Zhuo Man, Gongzi Yan, and Xun Ya present, they weren’t overly terrified, they quickly regained composure, each unleashing a ten-thousand-pattern saint weapon to attack Zhenmiao Little Taoist.
Dozens of ten-thousand-pattern saint weapons erupted with destructive force simultaneously, the scene and momentum awe-inspiring, their roars piercing the clouds.
Zhenmiao Little Taoist held the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror, raising an eight trigrams seal that clashed with the dozens of weapons, he advanced step-by-step towards the Saint Kings.
“Bang bang.”
Ten-thousand-pattern saint weapons shattered under the supreme power, reduced to scrap metal.
The moment he sensed Zhenmiao Little Taoist wielded a supreme saint weapon, Shang Ziqi wanted to亲自 (personally) suppress him, but he was pinned down by the combined assault of six Nine-Step Saint Kings, unable to break free.
Inside the temple.
The Kunlun Realm cultivators, outnumbered ten-to-one, were steadily losing ground.
From time to time, cultivators fell, turning into cold corpses.
The disparity in strength was vast, even as the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady tirelessly activated the temple’s ancient inscriptions for attack and defence, it wasn’t enough, the Paradise Realm Saint Kings had them completely surrounded.
Without the Confucian Ancestor Saint Book and the *Ten Thousand Homes Lantern Scroll*, they’d have been wiped out long ago.
Gongzi Yan and Xun Ya emerged from behind the crowd, both exuding arrogance, they looked at the Kunlun Realm cultivators as if gazing upon lesser beings.
The outcome was set.
Greed glinted in the Paradise Realm Saint Kings’ eyes, one of them said, “That saint book and that scroll are Kunlun Realm treasures, likely inherited from two ancient gods, seizing either would bring endless benefits.”
The Confucian Ancestor Saint Book, held by the Saint Book Talent, radiated blinding saint light.
Countless profound characters flew from its pages, hovering around the Kunlun Realm cultivators, shielding them within.
But invoking the book’s origin power drained immense mental energy, the Saint Book Talent’s face was paper-white, she was barely holding on.
Gongzi Yan’s gaze fixed on the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, “This woman’s quite impressive, earlier she used the temple’s ancient inscriptions to cause us significant trouble, if not for my mastery of spatial arts breaking those inscriptions, the Paradise Realm might’ve suffered heavy losses.”
Xun Ya grinned, “She’s indeed exceptional, but she’s already reserved for me, don’t get any ideas.”
“Fair enough! The person’s yours, the book’s mine,” Gongzi Yan didn’t contest Xun Ya.
The Kunlun Realm cultivators’ eyes blazed with fury, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, so sacred and noble, was being discussed like merchandise.
Some felt despair and sorrow.
The enemy was too strong, escape was impossible, they were like lambs encircled by a vast wolf pack, awaiting only humiliation and death.
Seeing the despair and helplessness in their eyes, many Paradise Realm Saint Kings smirked playfully, relishing the power to dictate life and death.
“Roar!”
A Half-Step Saint King from the Kunlun Realm charged out from the Confucian Ancestor Saint Book and *Ten Thousand Homes Lantern Scroll*, “If we die, we die together!”
“No, he’s going to detonate his saint source!”
A four-winged crimson angel cried out.
The Paradise Realm Saint Kings retreated, raising their strongest saint weapons, forming a defensive array.
Gongzi Yan remained unfazed, sneering coldly, “Trying to detonate a saint source before a spatial controller, sheer ignorance.”
He pressed his palm forward, wielding spatial power.
“Bang.”
The Kunlun cultivator’s saint source shattered, destructive force tearing his body, but a large patch of space before him collapsed, swallowing him whole.
The devastating energy failed to erupt.
The Kunlun Realm cultivators’ hearts sank further, couldn’t they even take their foes down with them?
At that moment, a Paradise Realm Saint King noticed Chi Kongle and Chi Kunlun among the Kunlun cultivators, his eyes flashing oddly, he sent a mental message to Gongzi Yan, “Lord Yan, look at those two kids, don’t they resemble Zhang Ruochen?”
Gongzi Yan’s eyes narrowed, a chilling aura radiating from him.
They did indeed.
Especially the young girl, she bore a seven-tenths likeness to Zhang Ruochen, Gongzi Yan wouldn’t believe she was unrelated.
No longer waiting, he unleashed a spatial rift, tearing a gap in the Confucian Ancestor Saint Book’s defence, charging straight at Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle.
“Don’t touch them!”
Qing Xiao, gravely injured and meditating, forced himself up, striking a palm at Gongzi Yan to protect Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle.
“Bang.”
Gongzi Yan waved an arm, his palm swatting Qing Xiao like a fly, sending him crashing away.
The blow was beyond Qing Xiao’s capacity to endure.
Half his body turned to mangled flesh, countless bones snapped, he hit the ground hard, blood oozing from all seven orifices, his body twitching faintly.
“Clueless fool, you dare block this lord?”
Gongzi Yan stomped on Qing Xiao’s face, the crushing force eliciting “crack crack” sounds of breaking bones.
A spatial controller at Seven-Step Saint King level, Gongzi Yan stormed through the Kunlun cultivators like they were nothing, easily seizing Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle.
“Let go of my sister!”
Chi Kunlun swung his saint sword at Gongzi Yan’s right hand.
“Playing with swords before me, you’re far too green.”
Gongzi Yan spat a qi sword from his mouth, striking Chi Kunlun’s wrist, with a “spurt,” severing his sword hand, crimson blood gushed from the stump, the unprecedented pain nearly knocking out the untested Chi Kunlun.
“Speak, what’s your connection to Zhang Ruochen?”
Gongzi Yan unleashed a powerful saintly might onto Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle.
Seeing them grit their teeth in defiance, he frowned slightly, then launched a mental attack, assaulting their saint souls and willpower.
Their faces paled further, contorted in agony, blood streamed from their mouths and ears.
Luo Xu roared, “Gongzi Yan, you’re the leader of the Spatial Temple, what skill is there in tormenting two children?”
Gongzi Yan glanced at Luo Xu, “Fine, why don’t you tell this lord their relation to Zhang Ruochen?”
Just then, Zhenmiao Little Taoist’s brash voice echoed into the temple, “Want to know something? This poor Taoist will tell you, is there anyone in the Paradise Realm who can fight?”
“Rumble.”
A fierce storm of power surged through the temple’s gates.
From the storm flew over a dozen Paradise Realm Saint King corpses, sprawling haphazardly on the ground, among them, shockingly, was King Juexin, ranked in the top ten for combat power.
