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Yuanshi's face turned ashen, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet chilling eyes.

An indescribable sense of irritation welled up inside me.

This kid is too difficult to deal with.

Every sentence is reasonable, every word is sharp as a knife.

This left him with no way to refute or escape.

"Xuan Du".

Yuanshi spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"What are you going to do?"

Xuan Du looked at him, the smile on his lips deepening.

"Good question."

"What should I do?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Guang Chengzi and then over Yu Ding Zhenren.

His gaze was as calm as still water.

But when it landed on the two of them, it felt like being cut by a knife.

"Guang Chengzi, the Jade Cauldron Immortal."

"You have come to my human tribe and ruined my human tribe's merits."

"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."

The sound faded.

He raised his hand.

A chaotic light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The light was initially very faint, but in just a moment it became as intense as the blazing sun.

Within the light lay the terrifying power of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

Guang Chengzi's pupils suddenly contracted!

Master Yu Ding trembled all over!

They wanted to escape.

It can't move.

The chaotic light, like a net, trapped them tightly.

It is the Heaven-Turning Seal, and it is the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

Before that power, they are nothing but ants.

"Xuandu!"

The Primordial Lord roared, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi shone with golden light:

"You dare!"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

Why wouldn't I dare?

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the great calamity has begun."

"Each relies on their own abilities; life and death are determined by fate."

"Your disciple has come to ruin the merits of my human race, so I will punish him."

"Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself came, he would have nothing to say."

"Yuanshi, don't you think so?"

Yuanshi was speechless.

Because he knew that Xuan Du was right.

In the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, everyone relies on their own abilities.

Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren were in the wrong for trying to undermine Shao Hao's merits.

Xuandu's intervention to punish him is perfectly justified.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun couldn't find fault with it.

But he couldn't just stand by and watch his disciple be humiliated.

We cannot stand by and watch the disciples of the Chan Sect be suppressed.

We cannot stand by and watch Yuanshi Tianzun lose face.

"Xuan Du".

Yuanshi spoke, his voice turning cold:

"Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren are my personally taught disciples."

"If you harm them, you will be my enemy."

"That would mean becoming enemies with the Chan Sect."

You'd better think this through.

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

Are you threatening me?

Yuan Shi's expression changed slightly.

Xuandu continued:

"The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods was all about individual ability."

"A battle between us is inevitable sooner or later."

"Whether we fight sooner or later, it's all the same."

"If you wish to settle this today, senior brother, I'll gladly oblige."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Yuan Shi's face turned ashen.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those calm yet fiercely competitive eyes.

A chill ran through me.

This kid is too arrogant.

So arrogant that they didn't even respect him.

They were so arrogant that they didn't take the Chan Sect seriously.

So arrogant that they don't even respect the Heavenly Saints.

But he has the right to be arrogant.

He was the Primordial Beginning, blessed by the Heavenly Dao within the primordial world.

They may not necessarily be a match for us.

What's more, Fuxi was right there beside him.

Moreover, the human race also has five sages.

Moreover, the Jie Sect also has more than a dozen Saint-level warriors.

He can't beat him.

We can't fight them either.

Because if you fight, you lose.

If they lose, the Chan Sect will never be able to recover.

Yuan Shi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Xuan Du".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"What happened today was my disciple's fault."

"I will take them back and discipline them properly."

"Could you please be merciful and spare them this time?"

As the words fell, a sense of relief washed over him.

Guang Chengzi looked up at his master.

Those eyes were filled with disbelief.

Master... has bowed his head?

Has the Primordial Celestial Venerable bowed down to Xuandu?

Jade Cauldron Immortal trembled all over, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword fell into the void.

He couldn't believe it.

I don't dare to face it.

Xuandu looked at Yuanshi, at that face that was trying to remain calm but could not hide the humiliation.

A moment of silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"A death sentence may be waived, but punishment is inescapable."

The sound faded.

He raised his hand.

Within his palm, the chaotic light suddenly erupted!

It transformed into two streaks of light, rushing straight towards Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren!

Yuanshi's pupils constricted sharply, as if he wanted to stop him.

It's too late.

The chaotic light was too fast.

It was so fast that even he, a seventh-level Heavenly Saint, didn't have time to react.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Guang Chengzi was sent flying backwards, and the Fan Tian Seal slipped from his hand.

Jade Cauldron Immortal retreated rapidly, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword fell to the ground.

The two men were deathly pale and coughed up blood.

His aura suddenly plummeted.

He fell from the peak of Quasi-Saint to the late Quasi-Saint stage.

Yuan Shi's face turned ashen.

He stared at Xuandu, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Xuan Du, you!"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"rest assured."

"They won't die."

"It's just that my cultivation level has dropped by one minor realm."

"After a few weeks of rest, he will recover."

"This is the price for ruining the merits of my human race."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide.

But in the end, he did not make a move.

Because he knew that if he made a move, he would lose.

Can't afford to lose.

We cannot lose.

"it is good."

"it is good."

"it is good."

Yuanshi uttered three "good"s in succession, his voice as cold as ice for eternity.

He raised his hand and pulled Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren into his sleeve.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The golden figure vanished from the sky in an instant.

The Chan sect has withdrawn.

The tribe was deathly silent.

All the clansmen looked up at the figure in blue.

In those eyes, there was reverence, fervor, and an unprecedented pride that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

Master has arrived.

The Chan sect has withdrawn.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable bowed his head.

This is their master.

This is the vice leader of the Jie Sect.

This is humanity's greatest support.

Xuandu stood in the void, gazing in the direction where Yuanshi had disappeared.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Fuxi stood beside him, seemingly wanting to speak but then stopping himself.

Shao Hao knelt beneath the altar, looking up at the figure in green.

Within the tribe, the people knelt in submission.

No one spoke.

Only the sound of the wind, only the lingering echoes of the past.

Fuxi spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"Master, why don't you kill Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren?"

"That attack just now would have been enough to kill them with a mere flick of the wrist."

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked at Fuxi.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those calm eyes.

"Killing them is easy."

"But what happens after you kill him?"

Fuxi was taken aback.

Xuandu continued:

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the Six Sages are all on the list."

"The process of deifying someone has not yet officially begun."

"If someone kills someone now, their spirit will not be listed on the Investiture of the Gods."

"Then it's not a calamity, it's a private feud."

"In the midst of a private duel, Dao Ancestor Hongjun would have an excuse to intervene."

"He was just worried about not having a reason to interfere in the affairs of the Five Emperors."

"If I kill Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren, I will be giving them an excuse."

"When that time comes, he'll personally take action. Can you stop him?"

Fuxi remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

A sudden realization dawned on me.

The Master didn't kill him, not because he couldn't kill him.

They must not be killed.

Because the time is not right.

Because the Investiture of the Gods has not yet begun.

Killing someone at this moment would be tantamount to handing a knife to Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.