Daoist Competition

Moreover, if this person were truly so formidable, why would they seize the opportunity to snatch the body while Yue Yuji and I were fighting? Wouldn’t it have been simpler to eliminate me outright?

This individual has no physical body and must simultaneously suppress Yue Yuji’s Divine Soul while destroying my Nascent Soul Avatar. Such a feat is utterly impossible.

Once he calmed his mind, the more he thought, the clearer things became. In the blink of an eye, he pieced together the truth with near-perfect accuracy.

A cold sneer appeared on his face. If he were in the same position, he’d have killed everyone present at the first opportunity. The fact that the other party had yet to act could only mean they were all bluff and no substance, merely putting on a show!

Tai Heng Daoist glanced at him as if realizing his own facade had been seen through. He chuckled softly and said, "Only now do you awaken to the truth? I fear it’s a bit too late."

"Not too late!" Zhang Boyant bellowed as he lunged forward. His movement brought immense momentum, shaking the hall, as both dark winds and Green Fire erupted. He shouted, "I refuse to believe this nonsense! How much strength can you possibly have recovered in such a short time?"

Tai Heng smiled faintly. Indeed, his strength had not yet fully returned. However, the brief time he had spent was sufficient to perform rough Refining of the inherited Golden Seal. With this treasure, which controlled the Array Formation Restriction here, it was more than enough for him.

With a flick of his finger, a rumbling sound echoed as an Array Gate materialized out of thin air, blocking Zhang Boyant’s path.

With his sharp eye power, Zhang Boyant immediately recognized it as a Moving Array Gate. Should he carelessly stumble into it, he would be relocated elsewhere. He sneered internally. Did the mere presence of an Array Gate think it could obstruct him? What an underestimation!

He halted his steps and was about to destroy it.

But just then, Tai Heng smiled lightly again. Waving his sleeve, the Scripture Scroll that Zhang Boyant had thrown off earlier suddenly flew up with a swish. Unfolding with a loud snap, it transformed into a massive scroll several dozen feet wide, descending to envelop him from behind.

The timing, speed, and angle of this maneuver were executed flawlessly, cutting in precisely at the moment Zhang Boyant had begun to spur his Mysterious Skill into action but before his body had truly moved.

Zhang Boyant had not anticipated such a move and was instantly caught in a dilemma. If he attacked the Array Gate, the flying scroll behind him might ensnare him.

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Whether this truly was Taiheng Ancestor or a ten-thousand-year-old Demon who had been imprisoned here mattered not—being restrained for even a moment could lead to unpredictable and dangerous outcomes, given their unfathomable Dharma techniques.

However, avoiding it was no longer an option. At this point, all routes above, below, left, and right were blocked. The only remaining path forced him directly into the Moving Array Gate.

In this instant, no time remained for further deliberation. After an intense moment of frustration and helplessness, Zhang Boyant let out an unwilling roar, withdrew his hands, and charged forward, crashing headlong into the Array Gate.

As if expected, Tai Heng, calm and unruffled, waved his hand. The Array Gate slammed shut with a thunderous crash, instantly transporting Zhang Boyant to another location.

All the other cultivators in the hall were left dumbfounded. This self-proclaimed Taiheng Ancestor hadn’t used any earth-shattering Divine Power Techniques but had calmly, with a few simple maneuvers, forced a Demon Sect elite into acting according to his will.

Having completed this task, Tai Heng maintained a serene, detached demeanor. The Array Gate merely relocated Zhang Boyant to the foot of the mountain. If he wished to ascend again, he could only do so by flying along the mountain path. While this wouldn’t take long, the time gained was already sufficient for Tai Heng’s purposes.

In just ten seconds, he would exert his full strength to subdue Yue Yuji’s Divine Soul, thereby completely seizing this physical body.

By then, even if Zhang Boyant returned, he would be at Tai Heng’s mercy, no longer worth any concern.

Once all these obstacles were resolved and the Golden Seal fully Refined, he would have absolute control over this small realm.

Yet at that moment, Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed. He suddenly formed a hand seal, slashed with his Dharma Sword, which turned into a sword rainbow streaking downward, while shouting, "This person is a ten-thousand-year-old Demon, not Taiheng Ancestor! Why are you all still hesitating? Attack now!"

Zhang Yan had vaguely discerned the other party’s true objective and knew it was imperative to prevent him from succeeding. If allowed to secure control over the situation, dealing with him later would become unimaginably difficult.

Though a Hua Dan Cultivator, Zhang Yan understood that he could not match such an opponent in normal circumstances unless resorting to final desperate measures. However, all he needed right now was to buy some time!

As Zhang Yan initiated his attack, the first to respond was Shaoqing Kang Tong. Recognizing that the self-proclaimed Taiheng was originally sealed here and had immediately begun seizing bodies, it was obvious he was no rightful figure of the Right Path. Without hesitation, Kang Tong launched his own strike!

After Zhang Yan’s sword light, Kang Tong’s attack came second but was even faster, instantly arriving above Tai Heng’s head.

The next to act was the thin-bearded cultivator. Seeing his senior brother possessed, how could he remain indifferent? Pointing with his finger, a golden cloud shot forth, within which auspicious light rippled, descending toward Tai Heng.

Still, against such an old Demon, the courage to attack was limited to only a select few.

Aside from Kang Tong and the thin-bearded cultivator, Fang Zhenlu and Zuo Mo remained cautious on the sidelines, observing silently.

Tai Heng was momentarily surprised but then impressed. For among these Hua Dan Cultivators, someone had not only perceived his plans but also dared to intervene at a critical moment.

Smiling faintly, he extended a hand and pointed at the incoming sword ball. A Sealing Curse wrapped around it, causing it to tremble before losing all Spirit Light and falling to the ground like a mundane object, instantly sealed.

Then, as Zhang Yan’s Dharma Sword approached, Tai Heng intercepted it with his horsetail whisk. With a single motion, he shattered the blade into countless fragments. A wave of his sleeve dispelled the golden cloud, causing it to vanish into thin air.

In mere moments, he dispelled the coordinated assaults of three cultivators, as if killing them meant no more effort than flipping his hand.

Yet Zhang Yan was undaunted. Instead of displaying frustration, he revealed a faint smile. He knew that this precious delay had already diminished the opponent’s chances of dealing with him thoroughly.

Sure enough, for the first time, a frown creased Taiheng Ancestor’s brow. Turning, his gaze swept outward.

Ying Chenglin, accompanied by the Eagle Girl, stepped into the hall. His wide sleeves hung down, shrouded in green clouds of Spirit Light and wrapped in Gang Qi. His expression was grim.

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