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

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Outside the commander's tent in the Xiqi camp.

Before the echoes of Taiyi Zhenren's roar vowing to kill Xiao Wuji had faded, the surrounding air was already distorted and deformed by the violent Samadhi True Fire emanating from his body.

"Nezha, lend me your Wind Fire Wheels for a moment!"

Taiyi Zhenren glanced at his beloved disciple, then his gaze intensified into a murderous intent.

Although he possesses the Golden Light Technique, when it comes to the speed of charging into battle, these two extraordinary treasures are still the best.

Nezha looked reluctant, then summoned his Wind Fire Wheels: "Master, you'd better take it easy."

"Don't worry! Even if Xiao Wuji had a hundred lives, it wouldn't be enough for me to kill today!"

Taiyi Zhenren stepped onto the Wind and Fire Wheels, flames bursting from his feet. He instantly transformed into a crimson meteor, smashing through the gate and hurtling towards Jiepai Pass, thirty miles away.

"Senior brother, wait a minute, be careful, it might be a trap."

The Jade Cauldron Immortal beside him frowned slightly. Although he was also annoyed, he was not as irrational as Taiyi.

He carried the Immortal-Slaying Sword on his back, his figure swayed slightly, and transformed into a fierce blue sword rainbow, following closely behind.

As the two evil stars departed, the bitterness that had been etched on the lips of the Taoist Ran Deng finally vanished, replaced by a sinister sneer.

"A trap? Hmph, Taiyi is the most bloodthirsty, and Yuding is unparalleled in battle. This time, I'll see if your tortoise shell can hold up!"

……

Outside Jiepai Pass.

The originally bleak autumn wind suddenly became unbearably hot, as if one were in an alchemical furnace.

"Boom!"

The two long rainbows did not slow down, but instead hovered arrogantly above the Jiepai Pass defensive formation, accompanied by rolling sonic boom clouds.

The flames filled the sky, turning half the heavens crimson, and even the water in the moat was evaporating at a visible speed, billowing white smoke.

Taiyi Zhenren stood on his Wind and Fire Wheels, his bright red Taoist robe fluttering in the fierce wind.

He held the Fire-Tipped Spear in one hand, and the infamous Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover hovered above his head. He was like a live volcano about to erupt, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

His gaze pierced through the light barrier of the great formation, fixed intently on the city wall.

There, three empty ropes swayed in the wind, and dark red bloodstains remained on the ground.

At the highest point, the figure that fueled his fury even more—the Venerable Samantabhadra—was hanging upside down like a salted fish, his eyes closed, his fate unknown.

In particular, the huge wooden sign hanging on Puxian's chest that read "New Arrivals, No Credit" was particularly glaring under the firelight of Taiyi Zhenren, as if every word was mocking the incompetence of the Chan Sect.

"Xiao! Wu! Ji!"

Taiyi Zhenren's forehead veins bulged, and he let out a roar like thunder:

"You coward, you dare to kill but not admit it?"

"You've reduced Jinzha and the others to ashes, and left your junior brother Puxian here to be humiliated—is this the method of your Jie Sect? Come out and face your death!!"

The sound was like thunder, mixed with pure Yang magic power, which shook the great array light screen of Jiepai Pass violently, and countless mortal houses in the city were also shaken to collapse.

Beside him, Master Yuding remained silent throughout.

He simply stood there quietly, his right hand slowly resting on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

"Clang—"

The sword was not drawn, but an extremely sharp sword intent had already soared into the sky, directly locking onto the direction of the General's Mansion.

It was a sharp edge born purely for killing, chilling to the bone even more than the flames of Taiyi Zhenren.

……

The General's Mansion, a secret underground chamber.

There was no heat outside; instead, a solemn tranquility pervaded the area.

Xiao Wuji sat cross-legged on a futon, with the Immortal Execution Sword, which was neither gold nor jade, lying horizontally on his knees.

"Buzz—"

Seemingly sensing the two powerful auras directed at it from the outside world, especially the sharp sword intent of Jade Cauldron Immortal, the long-silent Zhuxian Sword suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

Xiao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, and deep within them seemed to be mountains of corpses and seas of blood rising and falling.

"They've finally arrived?"

He reached out and gently stroked the restless blade, his fingertips tracing the ancient patterns, feeling a deep connection that resonated with his very soul.

"The fiery aura of Taiyi Zhenren, the sword aura of Yuding Zhenren."

A cruel yet expectant smile curled at the corner of Xiao Wuji's lips.

"Well done! Killing an unknown nobody would be a disgrace to the grandeur of the Immortal Execution Sword's rebirth."

"Since you're so eager to die, then use your blood to sharpen this sword!"

……

On the city wall.

Faced with Taiyi Zhenren's almost manic cursing, a streak of azure light descended leisurely.

As the light faded, the exquisitely beautiful figure of the Holy Mother of Wudang was revealed.

Holding the Qingping Sword, her robes fluttering, she remained calm and composed despite the oppressive aura of the two top-tier Grand Luo Immortals.

"Taiyi, Jade Cauldron."

The Holy Mother of Wudang's clear and cold voice echoed before the two armies, instantly suppressing the overwhelming noise.

"It's been many years, and while your cultivation hasn't improved, your tempers have become even more volatile."

Upon seeing the Holy Mother of Wudang, Taiyi Zhenren's pupils contracted slightly, followed by a series of cold laughs, his Fire-Tipped Spear pointing directly at the city wall:

"Who do you think it is? It's Junior Sister Wudang."

"What? Uncle-Master Tongtian can't accept defeat, so he sent you along too?"

"What a pity. Now that the Immortal Slaughtering Formation has been broken, your Jie Sect is doomed. All that's left are a bunch of creatures born from wet eggs, just waiting to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods."

Taiyi Zhenren looked at him with disdain, not taking Wudang Shengmu seriously at all.

"Since you're here, don't leave. You can keep Junior Brother Puxian company and make a pair of star-crossed lovers!"

Despite such humiliation, the Holy Mother of Wudang did not become angry.

She simply looked at Taiyi Zhenren quietly, as if she were looking at a pitiful wretch who was about to die but did not realize it, a faint trace of pity flashing in her eyes.

"Taiyi, you have too much murderous intent and have violated the precept against anger."

"It is not I who will take your life today."

The Holy Mother of Wudang shook her head slightly, took a step back, and made way for the space behind her.

"Playing tricks!"

Upon seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren felt a nameless rage rising within him.

"Since that coward refuses to come out, then I, this humble Taoist, will refine this dilapidated city and force him out!"

"Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, activate!"

With a roar, Taiyi Zhenren stopped wasting words and directly summoned the Taiyi Treasure that had once burned Shiji Niangniang alive.

boom--!

The divine fire shield hovering above his head swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a burning mountain of flames.

On the protective barrier, the totems of nine ancient fire dragons seemed to come alive, emitting earth-shattering roars.

"roar!!"

Nine fire dragons, formed entirely from Samadhi True Fire, roared out, swirling and intertwining, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, transforming into a towering pillar of fire that fiercely descended upon the defensive formation of Jiepai Pass!

Master Taiyi showed no mercy in this attack.

He was confident that under the Nine Dragons Divine Fire, let alone a Taiyi Golden Immortal, even an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal would be burned to ashes, and losing a layer of skin would be the least of their worries!

In the firelight, Taiyi Zhenren's face appeared ferocious and distorted.

"Give it to me—refine it!!"