Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

As for the protagonist of the incident, the Sage Zhunti, he was now completely enraged.

He looked down at the wound on his palm that was slowly healing, and then at the holy blood that had dripped onto Mount Sumeru, turning the sacred mountain into nothingness. His suffering face was now devoid of any pity.

Instead, there was endless coldness and chilling killing intent.

shame!

This is an unprecedented and humiliating disgrace for the Heavenly Saint!

He, a dignified saint, was actually injured by an ant!

"You're asking for it!"

Each word seemed to come from the deepest hell, each word containing an unparalleled chill capable of freezing time and space.

Saint Zhunti was completely enraged and no longer held back.

"The power of a sage, suppress!"

He suddenly raised his hand, no longer to manifest the Buddhist kingdom, but to directly invoke the supreme power that belonged only to the Heavenly Saint!

Boom!

At this moment, the entire western world seemed to become a part of the body of the Sage Zhunti.

The boundless power of heaven and earth converged from all directions, blessing him.

His aura surged by more than a thousand times or ten thousand times in that instant!

If the previous Zhunti was an unfathomable ocean, then he is now the entire primordial universe!

He is Heaven, he is the Way!

That power was completely beyond the comprehension of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

With just a wisp of his aura leaking out, Chen Changsheng felt that his physical body, primordial spirit, and the two supreme treasures in his hands were about to be completely crushed and erased from this world!

"puff!"

Chen Changsheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and like a kite with a broken string, he was blasted away by that unparalleled force.

The defensive light barrier of the Eastern Emperor Bell shattered inch by inch!

The destructive aura of the God-Slaying Spear was forcibly suppressed back into the spear shaft!

In an instant, the tide turned!

No, this is not even in the same league!

Chen Changsheng was pinned to the void by that force, unable to move. The bones in his body made cracking sounds as they could not bear the weight, and the Dao Fruit transformed from the Nine-Rank Three Flowers began to dim and lose its luster.

Is this... the true power of a saint?

Borrowing the power of the entire universe for one's own use, one's words become law, and one rewrites the rules.

How can we fight like this?

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Chen Changsheng's heart.

He could feel his life force being rapidly eroded by that power.

"It's over, you ants."

Sage Zhunti stared expressionlessly at the suppressed Chen Changsheng, slowly raising his finger, preparing to completely erase this variable that had brought him shame from the world.

But in the very next moment...

boom--

A loud bang came not from Mount Sumeru, but from the depths of chaos above the nine heavens.

Immediately afterwards, above Mount Sumeru, in the void that was completely controlled by the sage's great power, a huge rift was torn open without warning.

Four ancient immortal swords, each a different color but all exuding the same overwhelming aura of slaughter, slowly emerged from the crack.

Along with the immortal sword came a diagram with profound Dao patterns, seemingly encompassing all the principles of killing and warfare in the world.

Those four swords, that picture.

When they appeared, the temperature of the entire primordial world seemed to drop dramatically.

A terrifying sword intent, sharp and pure to the extreme, seemingly pulling the entire primordial world into endless slaughter, soared into the sky and plunged straight into chaos!

Faced with this sword intent, even the immense power of heaven and earth borrowed by the Sage Zhunti seemed somewhat overshadowed.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Immortal Slayer Sword!

The Immortal-Trapping Sword!

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

And, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram!

The most powerful killing formation in the primordial world: the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

An unparalleled treasure of slaughter that cannot be broken by any of the Four Saints!

Upon seeing the four swords and the array diagram, Chen Changsheng, who had been suppressed by the power of the sage, was first stunned, and then an indescribable joy and excitement surged into his heart.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the torn void, his voice hoarse but filled with deep affection.

"Grandmaster..."

coming!

He finally came!

The backer of the Jie Sect, the strongest support in the entire prehistoric world, has finally arrived!

On the other side, the Sage Zhunti, who was originally confident of victory and ready to kill Chen Changsheng with a single finger, suddenly turned extremely ugly the moment he saw the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

His face turned pale, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Reaching for the heavens!"

Zhunti squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, looking warily at the four killing swords floating in the air.

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation did not answer him, but slowly descended. The enormous array diagram unfolded above Chen Changsheng's head, with four immortal swords suspended in all directions, unleashing countless chaotic sword energies to form an absolute domain.

Within this domain, the omnipresent suppressive power of the Sage Zhunti was forcibly repelled.

Chen Changsheng felt a lightness in his body as the force that had almost crushed him vanished without a trace.

He gasped for breath, and the magical power within his body began to circulate again, repairing his damaged physical body and Dao fruit.

He just had a brush with death.

If it weren't for his master's timely intervention, he would probably be dead here today.

Saints are indeed terrifying!

At this moment, the entire prehistoric world was once again in an uproar.

If Chen Changsheng's injury to the Sage shocked all the powerful beings, then...

Now, the Tongtian Sect Leader directly unleashed the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and descended upon Mount Sumeru, which made everyone feel a chill from the depths of their souls!

What the hell are they trying to do?

A war between saints?

This is the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

Since the Dao Ancestor Hongjun divided the treasures, this number one killing formation in the primordial world has never truly revealed its full power to the world!

Today, are we going to use a Heavenly Saint as a weapon?

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this scene, followed by a gloating smile on his face.

"Hahaha, let's fight! Let's make it a complete catastrophe!"

"Zhunti, you shameless old man, you've finally bitten off more than you can chew! You know perfectly well what kind of temper Tongtian has!"

Jin'ao Island.

When Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals, and all the other disciples of the Jie Sect saw the Zhuxian Sword Formation appear, they all knelt down in excitement, their eyes filled with tears as they faced the direction of Biyou Palace.

"Welcome, Master!"

"Master is mighty!"

This is their master, the leader of the Jie Sect!

No matter how much trouble his disciple gets into outside, even if it's a huge disaster, he will stand up without hesitation and protect you!

"Senior Brother Tongtian, are you really willing to break ties with the Western Sect for the sake of a mere disciple?"

The voice of the Sage Zhunti already carried a hint of bravado masking inner weakness.

He was afraid.

In a one-on-one fight, he was no match for the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Now the opponent has even brought out their trump card, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which clearly shows they are going to fight to the death.

Even if the two brothers joined forces, along with Yuanshi Tianzun, they might not be able to break this killing formation.

If a fight really breaks out, let alone suppressing Chen Changsheng, it's questionable whether he can even escape unscathed.

Just then, a calm yet profoundly powerful voice, seemingly capable of severing countless ages of time and space, drifted from the crack, resounding throughout the entire primordial world.

"Chunti."

"You bully the weak, and with the dignity of a saint, you lay a hand on my grand-disciple. Did you even ask the sword in my hand for permission?"