Daoist Competition

He had never expected Yue Yuji to throw out the Golden Seal, a move he absolutely could not sit idly by and watch!

Once this Golden Seal falls into Ying Chenglin’s hands, should he gain control of the mountain’s prohibitions and the Mountain Protection Array, he would have an absolute advantage. Zhang Yan would be completely trapped here without any chance of escape, facing certain doom.

Thus, he was forced into action, compelled to step forward and contend for it.

Rather than grabbing the Golden Seal immediately, he shouted loudly, unleashing all four of his Dharma Treasures at once, releasing a boundless Treasure Light, and launched a fierce assault on Ying Chenglin.

He was acutely aware that if he could not drive back this formidable adversary before him, reaching for the Golden Seal would be nothing but a delusion!

Ying Chenglin’s face darkened. With a tremor of his shoulder, a Nascent Soul leapt out, releasing an instant surge of Green Light. A Xuanlin Python, White Crane, and Fish Dragon rose from his body, colliding with Zhang Yan in the blink of an eye!

Their clash sent Gang Qi scattering and clouds rolling wildly, shaking the grand hall to its foundations, forcing everyone to retreat.

Yue Yuji stood expressionless, watching the Golden Seal fall to the ground with a "plunk," yet remaining completely motionless and not reaching for it.

Zhang Yan’s gaze instinctively drifted to the Golden Seal on the ground, his fists unconsciously clenching tight.

Among the five artifacts passed down by the Yao Yin Sect, this treasure was currently the most significant. No matter who acquires it, they would gain control over the mountain’s array, allowing seamless entry and exit, and even using the array to surround and trap everyone here.

When the seal was in the hands of the Old Demon earlier, it was near impossible to fight for it. But now was the perfect moment to seize it!

Just as his toes hinted at movement and his forward-leaning stance took shape, he abruptly halted.

Something’s wrong!

Judging by the Old Demon’s earlier actions, it was evident he deeply understood human nature and was a master at manipulating the situation. How could he leave such an obvious weakness exposed?

His hesitation opened the door for others who could no longer restrain themselves.

He wasn’t the only one who realized the value of this Golden Seal. The thin-bearded cultivator was the first to leap forward. Silently, he extended his hand, releasing a plume of smoke to try and capture the treasure.

Zhang Boyant caught sight of this out of the corner of his eye, let out an angry roar, and flicked his fingers, sending out a flash of Green Fire.

Seeing this, Ying Chenglin hesitated slightly. Originally in a defensive position, he paused momentarily, as if compelled by some inexplicable force, inadvertently allowing the Old Demon to make a move.

When a Nascent Soul cultivator strikes out in anger, the consequences are terrifying!

The thin-bearded cultivator had assumed Zhang Boyant was preoccupied and wouldn’t bother dealing with him. However, he miscalculated. With eerie precision, the flickering Green Fire struck his hand. In mere moments, both arms were reduced to ashes.

His face turned ghastly pale, letting out a wretched cry as he stumbled back several steps. After standing for a brief moment, his entire body suddenly crumbled, collapsing into a heap of dust scattered across the ground.

Despite his demise, he wasn’t the only one attempting to seize the seal. As the thin-bearded cultivator had stepped forward, Zuo Mo of the Yuxiao Sect revealed a sly gleam in his eyes, intentionally hanging back for a moment before following closely behind.

Seeing the thin-bearded cultivator perish so quickly, Zuo Mo wasn’t shocked but instead pleased. Now, there was no one left who could stop him from obtaining the Golden Seal.

Just as his plume of smoke was about to touch the Golden Seal, a silhouette suddenly reached out from beyond the mural. Sneering, Zuo Mo flicked his Jade Mirror toward the figure, releasing a beam of Mirror Light. Without checking its outcome, he retracted his head back again.

Zhang Boyant burst into jubilant laughter, exclaiming, "Xu Gongyuan, excellent move!"

Zuo Mo had already calculated that, once he gained possession of the Golden Seal, he would immediately summon his Protective Dharma Treasure to stall Zhang Boyant. Then, using sacrificial refinement, he would quickly open the Array Gate and extricate himself, taking control over the situation.

But as the Mirror Light struck, his plans immediately crumbled. Caught off guard, a golden beam struck him squarely, as though hit by a colossal hammer. Blood spurted from his mouth, ears, and nose, and his body, like a broken sack, flew backward five or six meters.

Even then, he refused to surrender. Gritting his teeth in desperation, he bit his tongue to activate his Essence Blood. With a low grunt, mid-air, he forcibly twisted his body and reached out again, releasing Elixir Evil aimed directly at the Golden Seal!

Zhang Boyant prepared to attack again, but Ying Chenglin, feeling remorse over the thin-bearded cultivator’s gruesome death, was momentarily filled with guilt. Spotting the Old Demon distracted, Ying Chenglin suddenly shifted from defense to offense.

Zhang Boyant, caught off guard, was sent into a flurry of panic, leaving him unable to respond to anything else.

At this juncture, Zuo Mo’s faint glimmer of hope reignited. Yet, in the critical moment, a streak of white smoke flashed before his eyes.

Fang Zhenlu soared forward under the watchful eyes of the crowd, releasing his own smoke plume to snatch the Golden Seal ahead of the others. Once it was in his possession, he even had the leisure to smirk at Zuo Mo.

Seeing this, Zuo Mo’s body trembled fervently, overcome by rage and despair. Blood spurted from his mouth again as he collapsed heavily to the ground, his breath weak, hovering between life and death.

Fang Zhenlu successfully secured the Golden Seal and couldn’t help but rejoice. Yet, remaining vigilant, he swiftly retreated backward.

By now, Zhang Boyant had steadied himself and, with a flick of his sleeve, sent another flash of Green Fire forward, shouting angrily, "How dare you, junior!"

Beside Fang Zhenlu, an elderly cultivator surnamed Chen stepped forward leisurely, unfurling a Luo Umbrella before him. The Green Fire collided with the umbrella, scattering like sparks into the surrounding air.

Fang Zhenlu sneered disdainfully, gripping the Golden Seal as he stood triumphant, immediately attempting to activate his Mysterious Skill for refining. But as Spiritual Energy entered the seal, it vanished without a trace, leaving his face suddenly pale as he exclaimed in shock, "Sealed?!"

Eyeing the seal in his hand, he suddenly realized something. His gaze first turned toward Kang Tong’s dim sword ball on the ground, then shifted fearfully to the motionless figure of the Taiheng Old Demon standing nearby.

The Taiheng Daoist, previously silent and still, now cast his eyes toward Fang Zhenlu.

Fang Zhenlu froze in terror, realizing that the brilliance once belonging to Yue Yuji had utterly faded from Taiheng Daoist’s gaze, replaced by a deep, unfathomable calm.

Taiheng Daoist spoke lightly, "Young fellow Daoist, this item will remain with you for now. I shall retrieve it shortly."

Fang Zhenlu’s face turned white upon hearing this.

Taiheng Daoist took a step forward, glancing at the ongoing battle between Ying Chenglin and Zhang Boyant.

As a cultivator of unparalleled power from ten thousand years ago, Taiheng Daoist carried immense pride. Having fully subdued this body and claimed it as his own, he felt no need to play more petty tricks but intended to dominate by sheer force.

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With that single step forward, an overwhelming aura of confidence surged from him. The atmosphere, once dark and enigmatic like a deep pool, now transformed into a boundless ocean crashing forward, engulfing everyone present.

Both Ying Chenglin and Zhang Boyant immediately felt it. Catching each other’s gaze, they retreated more than ten meters apart, forming a triangular encirclement faintly targeting Taiheng Old Ancestor, their expressions unprecedentedly grim.

This level of Great Demon must be dealt with together first!

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