Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"You go first! Quickly find Benefactor Xia, this humble monk will hold him off!" Venerable Miaodi stared intently at the suddenly appearing Song Tiansheng and shouted in the direction of Jian Wuhen.

The man wielding the dagger posed an extremely strong threat to him, so strong that even with his nine lifetimes of cultivation, he had no confidence in defeating him.

Moreover, she would not only be facing the man in front of her, but Tian Hong and the other two would also be arriving soon.

1v3? I'm bound to lose!

"Venerable One!!" After Jian Wuhen steadied himself, he also saw the suddenly appearing burly figure. After glancing at the Venerable Miaodi who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Venerable One, take care!"

Jian Wuhen wasn't one to mince words. After leaving behind only those words, he transformed into a streak of sword light and sped away. The sword light pierced through the thick fog and vanished into the vast mist in the blink of an eye.

Song Tiansheng watched the receding sword light without intervening. It was nothing more than an ant at the ninth level of the Divine Realm; he had no desire to make a move.

His gaze returned to Venerable Miaodi, and he shook his head with a cold smile: "Do you know that what you're doing is just a waste of time?"

Venerable Miaodi's expression was solemn, and the Buddhist light behind him grew stronger: "That's not necessarily true."

As they were speaking,

On the forehead of Venerable Miaodi, a golden swastika symbol slowly appeared. Behind him, a halo of Buddha's light, over ten feet long, materialized out of thin air.

At this moment, Venerable Miaodi seemed to have transformed into a living Buddha descended to earth, and the aura he exuded was much stronger than when he fought Tian Hong before!

This is his true full-power state.

Looking at Venerable Miaodi's current appearance, Song Tiansheng's eyes showed no fear, but rather an undisguised disgust.

"You bald monks are truly disgusting."

A strange fluctuation suddenly surged under the skin of his right hand, where he held the dagger.

Immediately afterwards, a skull pattern the size of a fist appeared on the back of his hand, and the next moment, an overwhelming surge of demonic energy erupted from the skull pattern!

The demonic energy coiled around the short sword in his hand as if it were alive.

Soon, the originally snow-white blade turned completely black. Even the Buddhist light emitted by Venerable Miaodi seemed to be swallowed up when it touched the black short sword.

The moment the knife was completed, the surrounding thick fog seemed to have encountered its nemesis, frantically retreating and clearing a clearing of land for dozens of miles around Song Tiansheng.

"Such immense demonic energy, who exactly is this guy?!" Venerable Miaodi's pupils contracted slightly.

This person's strength is probably at least a notch above that of Tian Hong, whom I forced to retreat.

He didn't have time to think.

Because Song Tiansheng on the other side has already made a move.

Without any unnecessary movements, he simply reversed his grip on the black dagger, the blade pressed tightly against his forearm. The next moment, he vanished from the spot.

It wasn't that it was too fast to see, but that it truly disappeared.

Without hesitation, Venerable Miaodi put his hands together in prayer.

"Buzz!"

A resounding chant of Buddhist hymns emanated from his mouth!

In an instant, the halo of Buddhist light behind him began to spin rapidly, and endless Buddhist light surged out like a tide, condensing into a phantom image tens of feet high in front of him!

The phantom had three faces and six arms, a ferocious expression, and was surrounded by raging flames. It trampled on the prostrate demons—it was none other than the Three Worlds Manifestations King!

As soon as the golden phantom of the Three Worlds King appeared, a vast and powerful pressure that suppressed all evil spread out!

However, just as the golden phantom was taking shape,

A black wind suddenly swept by.

The black wind was silent, yet it sent a chill down the spine of Venerable Myo-di. It blew in from the void, coiled and rose, clinging to the golden phantom of the Three Worlds Vidyaraja.

At first, it was just a wisp, a strand.

But in an instant, the black aura spread like a plague, covering the entire golden statue in the blink of an eye!

Venerable Miaodi's expression changed!

He felt that the connection between himself and the golden body was rapidly weakening. The Buddha light on the golden body was being swallowed up layer by layer by the black energy, the golden light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the black energy was getting denser and denser.

"Monk."

A detached voice came from hundreds of meters away.

Song Tiansheng's figure had reappeared there at some point, standing on a protruding rock, with his black short knife hanging casually at his side, and wisps of black energy rising from the tip of the knife.

He looked at Venerable Miaodi indifferently and said, "Your golden body is not bad, but it's a pity that you haven't cultivated it to its full potential yet."

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The towering golden phantom of the Third World King, which was tens of feet tall, began to crumble and fall from the top of his head, just like weathered rock.

Countless golden fragments were swallowed up by the swirling black mist before they even hit the ground, turning into nothingness.

Venerable Miaodi groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

And at this moment,

Two sounds of wind being cut came at the same time.

Tian Hong, carrying an iron bar, and Sun Sheng, with a gloomy face, landed behind Song Tiansheng at the same time.

The sight of the three of them standing together made Venerable Miaodi feel an immense pressure.

Tian Hong looked at the somewhat disheveled Venerable Miaodi with a mocking gaze: "Bald monk, I never thought you'd end up like this! You weren't like this when you forced me to retreat before."

Sun Sheng didn't speak, but stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, a cruel smile appearing on his effeminate face.

Venerable Miaodi looked around, his gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one, before finally settling on Song Tiansheng.

His mind raced, rapidly calculating a countermeasure. Of the three opponents, only the burly man wielding the short knife posed a truly deadly threat. As for the other two, even if they joined forces to defeat him, they would find it difficult to break through his invincible body in a short time.

However, if the three of them join forces, I'm afraid I can only last for half an hour at most. No... not half an hour. If the three of them attack at full strength, I can only last for a quarter of an hour at most.

Venerable Miaodi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sword Without Trace, if you do not see Benefactor Xia in a quarter of an hour…

This humble monk is about to perish here.

"Big brother, third brother, let's do it together! It'll save us from any unforeseen problems!" Sun Sheng, one of the three, suddenly had his hands covered in a blue light and stepped forward.

"Amitabha! Three benefactors, please do not rush to make a move. This humble monk has something else to say!" Venerable Miaodi's expression returned to calm as he looked at Song Tiansheng and the other two and spoke calmly.