Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

On the battlefield, Maitreya gripped the wind pouch tightly, his manic laughter echoing through the air.

However, in an instant, the bag of wind began to swell wildly, with a continuous "puffing" sound.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted, the wind bag shattered, and fragments shot out in all directions.

Wu Dang broke free from it, the Soul-Slaying Blade in his hand emitting a cold blue light that seemed capable of freezing souls, and the air around the blade was distorted by this chill.

She landed gracefully before Maitreya, holding a parasol adorned with a hundred flowers. The parasol was dazzling, its multicolored light swirling endlessly.

Maitreya's eyes widened, his anger evident, his face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Damn it, this is my magic weapon!" he roared, and the nearby soldiers were knocked off their feet by the sound.

This wind pouch was his only magical treasure, but now it was destroyed. His heart was bleeding, and anger was almost consuming his reason.

Wudang merely raised his eyes slightly, his gaze icy cold, and glanced contemptuously at Maitreya, as if looking at a clown.

Seeing this, Maitreya became even more furious, his hair standing on end and his teeth clenched.

"You people of the Jie Sect are truly arrogant and unruly! You, a mere Quasi-Saint who has severed one corpse, dare to be so presumptuous before me, a Quasi-Saint who has severed two corpses!"

Before he finished speaking, Maitreya moved like lightning, transforming into a golden streak of light and charging towards Wudang.

Wherever he went, the wind howled, sand and stones flew, huge rocks were swept into the air and crushed into dust by the powerful airflow.

Wu Dang's lips curled into a mocking smile as he calmly held the Hundred Flowers Umbrella horizontally in front of him. The moment Maitreya touched the Hundred Flowers Umbrella, it unleashed a strange counterforce.

Maitreya felt as if he had crashed into a mountain; the force of the impact was like a raging beast, violently throwing him away.

He was sent flying dozens of feet through the air before he could barely regain his footing.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his heart churning with turmoil. "How is this possible? This is outrageous! A supreme innate treasure!"

Wudang, wielding the Soul-Slaying Blade, charged directly at Maitreya.

The Soul-Slaying Blade in her hand emitted countless souls, which intertwined to form a massive net of light that enveloped Maitreya.

Maitreya struggled to defend himself, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He quickly formed hand seals, unleashing his six-zhang golden body, creating layer upon layer of golden phantom images in front of him.

However, Wu Dang's attacks were relentless, like a storm, each strike hitting his vital points precisely.

The golden body shattered under Wu Dang's attack, and he was injured in many places, his clothes stained red.

Maitreya was inwardly groaning and pondering to himself.

"These people from the Jie Sect are indeed not to be underestimated. Alas, the Eastern sects are indeed wealthy, possessing a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and an innate supreme treasure. It seems we are doomed to fail here today."

He fought back while searching for an opportunity to escape, but Wu Dang's attacks followed him relentlessly, making it impossible for him to break free.

Just as Maitreya was having second thoughts, a sly glint flashed in Wudang's eyes. She suddenly reached into her robes and pulled out the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron she had borrowed from Yunxiao.

Upon seeing this, Maitreya's expression changed drastically. He could feel the terrifying suction force emanating from the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, a power capable of devouring everything.

He tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, and in an instant he absorbed Maitreya into it.

Wu Dang put away the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, took a slight breath, and turned his gaze to the battlefield below. He saw that the Shang army was in high spirits and charging towards the enemy.

Wen Zhong took the lead, wielding his double maces with the speed of the wind. Each swing brought a flash of blood, and enemy soldiers fell wherever he went.

Under his leadership, the Shang army was like a tiger and wolf, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth. The battlefield was filled with smoke and the stench of blood permeated every corner.

At this moment, the Shang army had gained the upper hand, and victory was just around the corner. Seeing this, Wudang did not linger and flew towards the Human King's Palace.

In the direction of Nanzhen, E Shun rode a tall horse, its body pure white without a single stray hair, its mane fluttering in the wind.

His expression was arrogant, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Huang Feihu opposite him and shouted loudly, "Why has King Wucheng dared to invade my Southern Town?"

Huang Feihu frowned slightly, then sneered, "Your three towns in the east, west, and south are plotting a rebellion, intending to invade my Great Shang. Today is the day your southern town will perish."

His words were firm and powerful, each word striking the battlefield like a heavy hammer, further boosting the morale of the Shang army, while the enemy army wavered slightly.

E Shun did not take Huang Feihu's words seriously. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Our Southern Town is as impregnable as a rock, and with the support of a sage, how could you possibly breach it so easily!"

He didn't offer much explanation, because in his view, victory in this war would surely belong to them, and he believed that Huang Feihu's attack was like throwing an egg against a rock.

Just then, the pharmacist appeared in the air, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

His gaze fell on Huang Feihu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, a glint that seemed to pierce the soul, sending chills down one's spine.

"Imperial Preceptor, kill these arrogant fools for me."

The pharmacist nodded slightly and gently raised his staff. Just as he was about to make a move, Kong Xuan suddenly appeared in front of him.

Kong Xuan glanced at the pharmacist, his eyes full of disdain, "Fellow Daoist, step back. This matter has nothing to do with you."

The pharmacist frowned, somewhat displeased. "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, are you perhaps intending to become an enemy of my Western Sect, or do you represent the Phoenix Clan?"

"This is terrifying! It scared me to death! Today I will see just how capable you, a disciple of a sage, really are."

Having said that, Kong Xuan transformed into a five-colored meteor and attacked the Pharmacist.

Kong Xuan's attack was extremely fierce. He spread his wings, and five-colored divine light, like five roaring, colorful dragons, pounced on the pharmacist with bared teeth and claws.

In an instant, the sky was filled with light, and various spells collided, producing a deafening roar.

Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light continuously impacted the pharmacist's light barrier, causing the barrier to tremble with each impact.

The pharmacist continuously cast various spells in an attempt to reinforce the light barrier and barely withstand Kong Xuan's attacks.

However, Kong Xuan's strength was simply too great, and the pharmacist gradually found himself struggling to keep up, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

The two fought for about fifteen minutes, but Kong Xuan seemed to have not exerted his full strength, stretching and looking relaxed.

"How boring! You, a disciple of a sage, are not so remarkable after all. You can't impress me at all!"

His voice was filled with disdain; this fierce battle was just a game to him.

The pharmacist was furious upon hearing this. As a disciple of a sage, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He roared and charged towards Kong Xuan, disregarding the depletion of his spiritual energy. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had only one thought in his mind: to make Kong Xuan pay the price.

Seeing the pharmacist rushing over, Kong Xuan curled his lip and said disdainfully, "He's courting death."

After saying that, he immediately unleashed a Five-Colored Divine Light, which was even more dazzling and magnificent than before.

The pharmacist felt a powerful, irresistible suction force coming from him. He tried to break free, but he felt like an ant stuck in a swamp, powerless to do anything.

His body was slowly sucked into the colorful vortex, his eyes filled with terror and despair. Soon, he was swept into it and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the pharmacist being suppressed, E Shun's expression changed drastically. He felt a surge of panic, and his previous arrogance vanished, replaced by deep fear.

He now understands how formidable Kong Xuan is. With the pharmacist captured, he has lost a major ally, and if he continues to fight, he will only face certain death.

"Retreat back to the city immediately." E Shun's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of panic.

He immediately turned his horse around and galloped into the city, with the soldiers behind him fleeing in panic.

"Warriors of Yin Shang, charge! Destroy Nanzhen!"

The soldiers of Yin Shang charged toward the enemy forces in Nanzhen. The battlefield was filled with earth-shattering battle cries once again, and blood stained the earth red as the battle entered its most intense phase.

Just after the two sides captured the Medicine Master and Maitreya, the Heavenly Secrets that had been blocked were immediately released.

Zhunti and Jieyin suddenly felt a throbbing in their hearts.

Zhunti frowned and said, "Oh no, we've been tricked."

A flicker of anxiety crossed his eyes, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

The two immediately broke free from Nuwa and Duobao, transforming into two golden streaks of light and flying towards the two towns in the southeast respectively.

When they arrived at the two towns in the southeast, they found the battlefield in complete disarray. The earth was stained red with blood, and there were severed limbs and broken weapons everywhere.

The Shang army had already captured two towns and was currently cleaning up the battlefield. Zhunti and Jieyin searched everywhere but could not find their disciple.

Jieyin and Zhunti immediately flew towards the Human King's Palace, speeding along the way, their hearts filled with worry for their disciples' safety and resentment towards the Yin Shang Dynasty.

Before long, the two arrived at the Human King's Palace.

The moment the two arrived, a giant phoenix of destiny appeared in the sky above the Human King's Palace.

Di Xin slowly emerged from the main hall, looking at Zhunti and Jieyin with a stern expression. "I wonder what brings you two sages to my Human King's Palace?"

Zhunti's face turned ashen, and he roared, "Your Majesty, do not ask questions you already know the answer to. Hand over my disciple at once!"

His eyes burned with rage, his hands clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly, clearly as he tried his best to suppress his anger.

Upon hearing this, Di Xin's lips curled up slightly, and he raised his head to mock them provocatively. His smile was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of Zhunti and Jieyin.

The two were furious, and a murderous glint flashed in their eyes.

At that very moment, Nuwa and Laozi appeared in front of the Human King's Palace, making the atmosphere even more tense.