Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 330 The Unparalleled Power of a Quasi-Saint (Six Ears)

Standing atop the Cloud Piercing Pass, Nezha, holding the Universe Ring, his face turned cold. "I'll go test this old Taoist's strength."

The Ten Heavenly Kings' Ten Deadly Formations were broken, their strength was reduced to one-tenth, and they had already returned to Golden Turtle Island to cultivate in seclusion.

Seeing the arrogant nature of this old Taoist priest, Nezha naturally felt a desire to compete.

Yang Jian also secretly gathered his strength and unleashed his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword. "Let's attack together and see how strong this old Taoist is."

Lei Zhenzi was even a little impatient and eager to act. "Okay."

At that moment, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi flew out from the top of Chuanyun Pass.

The three were surrounded by the Great Luo Laws, and a rich Great Luo Dao essence emanated from them.

The three-pointed double-edged sword, the Qiankun Ring, and the Purple-Gold Wind and Thunder Cudgel struck at Ran Deng with overwhelming force.

Yang Jian and the other two were all Great Luo Golden Immortals with formidable strength. Their combined power was so great that even a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal like Guang Chengzi would find it difficult to withstand them.

But this rapid and fierce attack was nothing to Ran Deng.

"You mere Great Luo dare to attack our sect? How arrogant! Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your teacher."

As one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace back then, Randeng was trapped at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal for many years. Now that he has attained enlightenment, he is naturally proud and ready to show his skills.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi will become his tools for establishing his authority today.

"Completely vulnerable!"

With a flick of his whisk, Ran Deng unleashed a domain unique to Quasi-Saints.

As soon as the Sacred Dao Domain appeared, Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and others all froze for a moment.

They felt as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to move.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, the Universe Ring, and the Purple-Gold Wind and Thunder Staff all trembled slightly, their power suddenly dropping by 50%.

Go!

With a sudden flick of his whisk, a wave of overwhelming Daoist power surged forth from the quasi-saint realm.

Without any sense of reason, he directly sent Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi flying.

"Ahem!"

The three were sent flying hundreds of feet away, covered in dust and dirt, coughing a few times, their faces slightly pale.

As expected of a quasi-saint!

Even those who have cultivated to the Saint Realm are no match for such a powerful cultivator.

On the top of Chuanyun Pass, Huang Gun, Han Rong, Xu Gai, and Xu Fang showed worry on their faces and had a bad feeling.

On the other hand, the Golden Immortals of Kunlun and the direct descendants of the Western Sect were greatly encouraged and shouted at Randeng.

"Teacher Ran Deng, Yang Jian is the most despicable one. He's the one who got our junior brother on the list."

"The disciples of the Jie Sect are all vicious and cruel. Master Randeng must take this opportunity to teach them a good lesson."

"Teacher Ran Deng, a bunch of creatures born from moisture and eggs, covered in fur and horns, are not worthy of your time. Let's finish this quickly and send them to the Investiture of the Gods."

The Golden Immortals clearly hated Yang Jian and his two companions, but fearing that things might get complicated if they waited too long, they directly ordered Randeng to put them on the list.

Although Yang Jian and his two companions were at a disadvantage in terms of combat strength, they were not willing to back down verbally. They sneered, "What's the point of talking behind people's backs? Fellow disciples of the Chan Sect, if you have the ability, come and fight us. Why let Vice Sect Leader Randeng get a bad reputation for bullying the weak?"

The three deliberately emphasized the words "Master Uncle," implying that the disciples of the Chan Sect only knew how to bully the weak, and that the older ones would always take advantage of the younger ones, with no end in sight.

"You"

The Twelve Golden Immortals' faces immediately turned cold, their eyes like those of hunting beasts, wishing they could devour Yang Jian and the other two alive.

Ran Deng exhaled a breath of turbid air. Today, as he descended the mountain, he had already entered a tribulation, and his reputation for bullying the weak had been confirmed.

Since that's the case, let him send Yang Jian and the other two back to the Investiture of the Gods.

"A coffin lamp!"

In an instant, the Taoist Ran Deng summoned his companion spiritual treasure, the Coffin Lamp. The light on the lamp flickered continuously under the influence of the Nine Heavens Gale, as if it might go out at any moment.

But this, ironically, gave Yang Jian and the others an even greater sense of threat.

"go!"

With a wave of his hand, the invisible sacred domain pressed down heavily in mid-air, causing Yang Jian and the other two to turn pale and hastily try to retreat.

But the surrounding space seemed like cooked paste, becoming incredibly viscous, making movement ten times slower than usual.

During the time Yang Jian was on his mission, the coffin lanterns were already getting closer to them.

The dim, yellow flames burning above seemed to come from the eighteenth level of the Netherworld Sea, carrying the aura of death.

Just as Yang Jian and the others realized the situation was dire and were about to take out the life-saving items bestowed upon them by their master, Zhao Gongming...

Suddenly, the hearse lanterns that were speeding toward them stopped in mid-air.

The pressure on them suddenly disappeared, and they resumed their actions.

"Snap!"

Then, under the shocked gazes of Yang Jian and the other two, the void of the Nine Heavens suddenly shattered, and a jet-black iron rod emerged from the space, landing directly on the coffin lamp.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar erupted in mid-air. The moment the black iron rod collided with the coffin lamp, a tangible ripple of Dao essence suddenly spread outwards.

The coffin lamp was struck as if by a heavy blow, and flew back into Randeng's arms. Randeng's face turned deathly pale. He swallowed several times, but still couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is the aura of Senior Brother Six Ears!"

Yang Jian was overjoyed. In the entire Jie Sect, he was most familiar with Liu Er.

That black iron rod was Liu Er's signature weapon, the Iron Rod of Will.

"Brother Six Ears is here?"

Nezha and Lei Zhenzi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Six-Eared Senior Brother was their eldest master's prized disciple.

His strength is unfathomable. Although we don't know exactly how strong he is, dealing with this old Taoist Ran Deng shouldn't be a problem.

"Hehe, the disciples of the Chan Sect are really shameless. It's one thing that a bunch of second-generation direct disciples can't defeat my outer disciples, but now the dignified Vice Sect Leader actually attacked a group of my third-generation disciples. This shows how shameless the disciples of the Chan Sect are."

As the voice faded in mid-air, a golden figure flashed out from the shattered void, majestic and awe-inspiring. Who else could it be but Liu Er?

Randeng stared at Liu Er with a slightly solemn expression, as he was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace back then.

Randeng had met Liu Er once before.

But no matter how hard I try, I can't connect the little monkey I remember from back then with the majestic Six-Eared Macaque in his golden armor now.

"Six-Eared Macaque, are you trying to stop me?"

Liu Er chuckled and said, "Such a shameless Chan Sect, even an outsider might want to intervene. As a member of the Jie Sect, it is only natural that I should take action."

After Liu Er finished speaking, the Law of War slowly spread out of his body. The power of the law was profound, and an incomparably enormous pressure enveloped Randeng.

"This aura."

A hint of apprehension flashed across Ran Deng's face. Just as he had expected, Liu Er had also attained the quasi-sainthood. It should be noted that Liu Er was only a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect.

After the lamps were lit, the faces of the Golden Immortals of Kunlun couldn't help but turn somewhat grim. To date, none of the direct disciples of the Chan Sect have attained the quasi-sainthood.

But Liu Er, as a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, had already attained the quasi-sainthood, which made the disciples of the Chan Sect feel ashamed.

(End of this chapter)