After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Outside Jiepai Pass, what should have been a lush, verdant plain was now filled with an indescribable malevolent aura.

On this devastated land, the million-strong army of Xiqi, like an endless black ocean, besieged Jiepai Pass.

In the midst of the military formation, a massive chariot stood out conspicuously.

Jiang Ziya stroked the mane of the Four-Unlikes, his brows furrowed. Standing beside him were Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and other third-generation disciples, each surrounded by celestial light, their expressions solemn.

At the forefront of the army, a young vanguard riding on wheels of fire and draped in a sash was unleashing his arrogance.

"Xiao Wuji! You coward, how long are you going to hide?"

Nezha held the Fire-Tipped Spear, its tip slicing diagonally through the air, bringing with it a string of fierce Samadhi Fire.

His youthful face was full of a sinister grin, and his eyes even revealed a hint of cruel pleasure.

"Your three masters have been captured by your eldest and second eldest uncles; the fate of the Jie Sect is sealed!"

"If you don't open the gates and surrender, I will storm the pass and leave this Jiepai Pass barren, and all your soldiers reduced to ashes!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The million soldiers of Xiqi roared in unison, and the sound of war drums rolled across the heavens and earth like muffled thunder.

On the city wall, the morale of the defending troops had plummeted to rock bottom.

Deputy General Xu Gai looked down at the imposing Nezha below, his palms sweating profusely.

The soldiers behind him were even more ashen-faced, and many of them were trembling slightly with their halberds in their hands.

This is reality. The third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect all possess great treasures and have astonishing cultivation levels. In the eyes of the immortals, these mortal generals are no different from ants.

"General, are you really not going to surrender?" Xu Gai asked in a trembling voice, already prepared to face death or disgrace.

However, Xiao Wuji seemed not to have heard him at all.

At this moment, a tremendous wave was churning within Xiao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness.

The seed of the Great Five Elements Technique took root and sprouted wildly within his body. Five towering and earth-shattering demon god phantoms appeared and disappeared behind him. His originally ordinary internal organs were now like primordial universes, bursting forth with endless primordial power.

He slowly raised his head, looking at Nezha as if he were looking at a clown jumping around.

"When did the vanguard of the Chan Sect become all talk and no action?"

Xiao Wuji spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet strangely drowning out the shouts of the million-strong army, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

No sooner had he finished speaking than, to Xu Gai's astonishment, Xiao Wuji leaped over the city wall's railing and stepped into the void.

"General!"

Xu Gai exclaimed in surprise. In his memory, Xiao Wuji's cultivation was only mediocre. Standing in mid-air like this was simply courting death!

But the next second, everyone froze.

With each step Xiao Wuji took, a five-colored lotus flower the size of a millstone would bloom beneath his feet.

The lotus flower was not formed by magic, but rather by the five elements of heaven and earth spontaneously condensing to form an offering in response to the call of the supreme ruler.

Green wood, red fire, yellow earth, white gold, black water.

The five colors flowed in and out, making Xiao Wuji appear like a god-king surveying the heavens.

In the Xiqi army formation, Yang Jian, who had been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression. The vertical eye between his eyebrows involuntarily opened and closed, shooting out a beam of golden light.

"Uncle-Master, something's wrong!" Yang Jian said in a deep voice.

"This person exudes a restrained Daoist aura, and his Five Elements power is perfectly balanced; he is nothing like the mediocre person described in the intelligence!"

Jiang Ziya's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Perhaps it's some kind of secret technique left behind by Uncle Tongtian, just a bluff. Nezha has a magical treasure protecting him, so he should be safe."

On the battlefield, Nezha was consumed by jealousy upon seeing Xiao Wuji's appearance.

"Bluster! Die!"

Nezha roared and swung his right hand, instantly unleashing the Qiankun Ring on his wrist.

That was a precious treasure bestowed by the Immortal Taiyi himself; it once stirred up the East Sea and crushed a divine dragon to death!

The Qiankun Ring expanded in mid-air, transforming into a massive golden ring with a diameter of a hundred zhang. The Daoist patterns of the Chan Sect engraved on it were completely restored, radiating a pressure powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers.

"go!"

The golden ring tore through the air with the force of thunder, heading straight for Xiao Wuji's crown.

Nezha used almost all of his magic power in this attack, aiming to kill Xiao Wuji in one blow and use Xiao Wuji's blood to wash away his impatience.

Xiao Wuji looked at the heavy treasure hurtling towards him, but instead of dodging, he revealed a hint of mockery.

The next moment, the void behind Xiao Wuji began to distort violently.

Driven by the Great Five Elements Technique, five rainbows, as solid as physical objects, shot into the sky.

Green, yellow, red, white, black!

The five-colored divine light, like divine swords that could cleave the heavens and open the earth, hovered behind Xiao Wuji's head, making him appear sacred and inviolable.

"That's... the Five-Colored Divine Light?" Jiang Ziya's eyes widened suddenly from behind, and his hand holding the God-Slaying Whip trembled slightly.

Yang Jian's third eye blazed with golden light as he exclaimed in horror, "No, this isn't Kong Xuan's divine light! This aura is even more peculiar!"

In the center of the battlefield, Xiao Wuji faced the falling Qiankun Ring without dodging or avoiding it. The dazzling platinum divine light behind him swept out like a startled swan.

Over the years, although his talent wasn't great, he had long since become an immortal and entered the realm of true immortals.

With the cultivation level of a true immortal, coupled with the Great Five Elements Technique's ability to counter the Five Elements spiritual treasures, the platinum divine light instantly lost its color upon direct contact with the Qiankun Ring.

The Qiankun Ring, the size of a mountain, shrank instantly under the divine light and disappeared into the white stream of light!

Dead silence.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Nezha's arrogant expression froze on his face. He frantically tried to summon back the Universe Ring.

But the natal treasure that was connected to him by his lifeblood had completely lost its connection, as if it had been erased from this world.

"My darling! Where did you put my darling?"

Nezha let out a shrill scream. The backlash to his soul made his face turn pale instantly, and he almost fell off the Wind Fire Wheels.

Xiao Wuji raised his right hand slightly, and a tiny golden halo danced at his fingertips.

That was the once invincible Qiankun Circle, but now it was tightly sealed by a higher Five Elements law, like a docile sparrow.

"Want it? Go get it from the Investiture of the Gods in your next life."

Xiao Wuji sneered, and the crimson divine light behind him surged once more.

"Since you enjoy playing with fire so much, then I'll show you what true, earth-shattering fire really is!"

The Great Five Elements Technique - Crimson Emperor Fire Qi!

With a flick of his wrist, a crimson divine light swept out, instantly transforming into a sky full of fiery essence.

Nezha's so-called Samadhi True Fire seemed to have met its ancestor at this moment, and it all went out and rolled back.

"boom--!"

A giant, five-colored hand descended from the sky and slammed heavily onto Nezha's chest.

Nezha, along with his Wind-Fire Wheels, was sent flying like a cannonball under the absolute suppression of this law, crashing into layers of mountains hundreds of miles away, his fate unknown.

Xiao Wuji withdrew his hand, put one hand behind his back, and held the sealed Qiankun Ring in his palm.

His gaze, sharp as a torch, swept over the million-strong Xiqi army, which stood frozen in fear, and finally settled on the faces of Jiang Ziya and Yang Jian, his voice piercing the heavens.

"Who will be next to die?"