Tai Chuan had finally seized an opportunity to strike, so how could he let Quan escape in a short time? He frantically extended his Dao principles, reinforcing his chaotic domain.
Lan Xiaobu naturally wouldn’t miss such a chance. His Longevity Halberd stirred up a sky full of murderous halberd sounds, instantly enveloping the surrounding space.
To onlookers, all they could see was a blood-red haze. Within this blood-red haze, apart from the chaotic domain that divine senses could hardly penetrate, there were endless sounds of slaughter.
In the blood-red space, outsiders could only hear the roars of killing sounds, as if countless remnant souls were struggling and howling. In this blood-red slaughter, all struggles could only tremble, retreat, or writhe in vain…
Even though they were in Jinluo Tower, surrounded by all sorts of restrictions, at this moment, everyone could feel the howling wind of killing intent.
When the horn sounds, all things perish. As the slaughter surged, the wind roared for thousands of miles, blood staining the robes, the vast sky unyielding. When my halberd strikes, ten thousand voices of slaughter resound!
At this moment, Lan Xiaobu felt his spirit at ease. Only today did he realise how formidable his Horn Sound Kill was. This was the Horn Sound Kill he desired, not one where his will exceeded his strength.
The onlookers could only see the blood-red slaughter stirred by the long halberd. Under the halberd’s space, Quan, the Dao Ancestor, seemed to suddenly vanish or perhaps be suppressed.
Quan’s face was pale. He no longer cared about pride, frantically burning his Dao charm. He hadn’t expected that Lan Xiaobu, teaming up with the holy beast beside him, would be so overwhelmingly powerful. At this moment, he regretted locking both Lan Xiaobu and his holy beast in his domain.
Perhaps if he hadn’t targeted the holy beast, it wouldn’t have unleashed its chaotic domain. A chaotic domain! Even for him to break free would take at least a breath’s time. And he strongly doubted whether, under the reinforcement of Lan Xiaobu’s domain, he could escape this chaotic restraint within a single breath, even by burning his Dao charm.
The first to sense something wrong was Di Lan. If he didn’t act, Quan might very well be ruined. Quan was a crucial part of his side, so how could he let him be destroyed?
Di Lan immediately rushed towards Lan Xiaobu, but just as he moved, Qi Zhe Tian threw a punch at him, saying, “Di Lan, I’ve already said, since the Great Universe values equal rules and order, it’s one-on-one. Your interference is out of line.”
“You…” Di Lan was so furious he nearly spat blood. He had previously thought Qi Zhe Tian was letting Quan take down Lan Xiaobu and thus didn’t want others interfering in the duel. Now he understood: Qi Zhe Tian and Lan Xiaobu were already allied, and he knew Lan Xiaobu wasn’t afraid of Quan.
The one who understood Di Lan’s intentions best wasn’t Quan, but Lin Jie, the Dao Ancestor of the Fanhe World. He too saw Quan’s danger and acted almost simultaneously with Di Lan, but Di Lan was blocked by Qi Zhe Tian. Just as Lin Jie thought he could save Quan, a finger suddenly struck from the void.
That finger instantly reduced him from a Dao Ancestor sage to a mere mortal. How could Lin Jie dare to continue helping Quan? He hurriedly countered with a punch.
But at this moment, he was already at a disadvantage. He clearly saw who had attacked him: the young man Ku Yi Chi had mentioned, the one with the chaotic rule essence.
Feeling the space around him enveloped by this finger, Lin Jie felt a chill. This was undoubtedly a Dao Ancestor-level powerhouse. Under this finger, the world he inhabited disintegrated into the mortal realm, endless ages reduced to a mound of yellow earth, vastness rendering all mortal. So what if he had cultivated to Dao Ancestor? He would still turn to nothing under the weight of time.
No, this was a supreme divine Dao principle, its intent actually affecting him? Lin Jie let out a long roar, gathering all his violent Dao charm into a single punch, striking at Mo Wuji’s finger. He absolutely could not let this finger drag him into its mortal realm.
Pfft! A mist of blood exploded. The moment Quan broke through the chaotic domain and Lan Xiaobu’s domain, Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Halberd had already pierced his body.
But before Lan Xiaobu’s Horn Sound Kill could fully lock onto Quan and tear his body apart, another punch came crashing in, followed by a calm, gentle voice, “Friend Lan, since you’ve already injured Friend Quan, let’s leave it at that. Why be so aggressive?”
As Lan Xiaobu prepared to finish off Quan’s body, he felt a crushing aura of death bearing down. This deathly aura not only easily tore through his Horn Sound Kill but also completely suppressed the chaotic domain.
Lan Xiaobu knew that if he continued, he might still have a chance to destroy Quan’s body, but his own body would likely be destroyed by the opponent as well.
Lan Xiaobu’s Dao charm surged wildly, his domain expanding explosively, and at the same time, he retracted his Longevity Halberd. He had no desire to perish alongside Quan.
Boom! The Longevity Halberd clashed with the opponent’s fist, countless divine Dao principles exploding. Lan Xiaobu spat out a stream of blood essence and was sent flying. His single-minded focus on killing Quan had left his divine Dao momentum drained, giving the opponent an opening.
Qi Manwei hurriedly rushed to protect Lan Xiaobu, simultaneously drawing her magical treasure. But the one who had injured Lan Xiaobu didn’t follow up with another attack and instead retreated. Qi Manwei secretly blamed herself; she had planned to act in time but somehow failed to do so.
At the same time, Lin Jie’s fist collided with Mo Wuji’s finger.
Crack! Lin Jie felt his fist bones shatter and immediately retreated. At that moment, he was almost certain Mo Wuji was a body-refining sage of his level. He couldn’t fathom why someone who had reached such a realm would bother refining their body further. With so much time spent on body refinement, couldn’t they aim for the eighth step of the Great Dao instead?
Yet it was precisely this formidable physical body that left his hand bones broken while the opponent remained unscathed.
“Xiaobu, you alright?” Mo Wuji didn’t pursue Lin Jie, knowing it would be pointless.
Lan Xiaobu wiped the blood from his mouth, “I’m fine. Shame someone intervened, or I would’ve taken that guy down today.”
“The one who stopped you was Chang Yi, the Dao Ancestor of the Xiutuo World,” Qi Zhe Tian said, having blocked Di Lan and seeing he didn’t continue, stepping forward. “This guy…”
Lan Xiaobu’s gaze fell on Chang Yi. The man looked quite amiable, with a fat head, big ears, and a bald scalp.
“So, it’s a bald donkey,” Lan Xiaobu sneered.
Chang Yi merely smiled, unbothered by Lan Xiaobu calling him a bald donkey, and clasped his fist, “Friend Lan, spare where you can. I apologise for the earlier offence.”
Quan sat on the ground, having swallowed several Dao fruits, frantically healing. No one disturbed him, as everyone knew that if Quan were interrupted now, he might never return to the eighth step. Lan Xiaobu’s halberd strike had been ruthless.
Di Lan’s face was dark as he looked at Lan Xiaobu and his group. He was now certain that unless his six allies worked together, they couldn’t handle Lan Xiaobu.
Lan Xiaobu and the young man beside him were explosively powerful, clearly at the seventh step of the Great Dao yet able to contend with Dao Ancestors. With Qi Zhe Tian added, what could they use to suppress them? The main issue was that their six Dao Ancestors were clearly not united.
Not to mention Xing Ni, who was somewhat inclined towards Lan Xiaobu, even Ling Zhuzhen, the Dao Ancestor of the Jisheng World, was at most neutral. On their side, they barely had four: himself, Lin Jie, Quan, and Chang Yi, who leaned towards him, as evidenced by his earlier intervention to save Quan.
No one responded to Chang Yi’s words, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.
Ku Yi Chi stood with his mouth half-open. He had thought that with the arrival of the Dao Ancestors, they could easily control the situation. But now, even Di Lan, a Dao Ancestor, couldn’t fully dominate. Could the Longevity Conference really continue?
The entire scene fell into dead silence because of this battle. In everyone’s eyes, Dao Ancestors were invincible. The Great Universe, because of their existence, meant no one dared defy their will.
But today, they saw that Dao Ancestors could be injured, could nearly be killed. And the one who heavily wounded a Dao Ancestor was seemingly just a minor figure not yet at the eighth step of the Great Dao. At that moment, many people’s faith crumbled.
Che Zizi took a deep breath, relieved he hadn’t stepped forward. If he had, his frail frame probably wouldn’t have withstood a single punch from Lan Xiaobu. And that finger from Lan Xiaobu’s friend nearly made him think Jinluo Tower was collapsing again.
Fortunately, everyone fought with restraint, and Jinluo Tower remained intact. Otherwise, he’d have to rebuild it himself without daring to confront anyone.
Just as Che Zizi thought this, a loud “boom” erupted, and Jinluo Tower was once again torn to pieces.
Clearly, the divine Dao principles from the earlier clash had already destroyed all of Jinluo Tower’s restrictions and structure. After everyone stopped fighting, Jinluo Tower collapsed once more.
Looking at the ruined Jinluo Tower, Che Zizi was equally shattered, tears welling up. The fourth time! Before the Longevity Conference even began, his Jinluo Tower had been blasted to pieces for the fourth time.
Anluo Tiancheng, not the central world’s premier tower, was it really so fragile, like it was made of paper?
