Chapter 532: Li Daokong’s Shame, Hidden Sect Becomes a Holy Land [Seeking monthly vote]

The epic battle between Li Daokong and Shi Duxiao shook the heavens and earth. Both of them were Quasi-Saints, and any random Divine Ability of theirs was enough to destroy the heavens and annihilate the earth. All the Disciples within the Hundred Peaks Immortal River ran out of their Immortal Caves to watch the battle.

Even separated by the Dao field's Formation, that terrifying might could still be felt by them.

"The Great Protector is so strong!"

"Who has the upper hand?"

"It's too fast, I can't see clearly!"

"What Realm are they at? Grand Luo?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that. Didn't the Sect Leader mention during a lecture before that there is another Realm between Grand Luo and the Saint!"

"Shi Duxiao is very strong. The Great Protector actually can't take him down quickly. The Sect Leader is still the most powerful; enemies are always defeated in a single blow!"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Great Protector is also very strong. Wasn't this Shi Duxiao a mighty figure who created his own invincible Dao many years ago? To dare call himself invincible, he must be very strong."

The Disciples discussed spiritedly. Because Han Jue had always taken action previously in the Dao field, enemies couldn't even last a single breath of time. Now, seeing Li Daokong and Shi Duxiao reach a stalemate, the Disciples felt a certain psychological gap.

After all, they weren't clear on just how strong Shi Duxiao was.

The Personal Disciples under the fusang tree, however, viewed the matter very objectively.

"Shi Duxiao looks exactly the same as the three Seniors in our Dao field! Senior Zhang Jue was a Saint cultivation replicated by Master, so are those three Seniors replicas of Shi Duxiao?" the Black Hell Chicken clicked its tongue in wonder.

Ada said unhappily, "Did you need to point that out?"

The Chaos Heavenly Dog sighed with emotion, "He's truly so strong. If not for the Dao field's Formation, we would probably have been crushed into ashes by the aftermath of the battle."

The others also sighed repeatedly. Although there was the Simulation Trial, whenever they faced Li Daokong, they couldn't force out Li Daokong's true strength. Therefore, seeing the battle between Li Daokong and Shi Duxiao left them feeling shocked.

On the other side.

Inside the Daoist temple.

Han Jue frowned, a look of dissatisfaction appearing on his face.

He was full of expectations for Li Daokong, yet Li Daokong was having a somewhat hard time fighting Shi Duxiao.

Although Li Daokong was at the Early Stage Quasi-Saint and Shi Duxiao was at the Perfected Quasi-Saint, he simply held high expectations for Li Daokong.

"If you cannot defeat an enemy across minor Realms, how can you act as the facade of my Hidden Sect?"

Han Jue harbored dissatisfaction. After this battle ended, he had to put some pressure on Li Daokong.

Perhaps his protection was too strong, leading Li Daokong to become somewhat lax.

The battle continued.

A full half-hour passed, and the two had not decided the victor, but Han Jue saw it extremely clearly: Li Daokong was being completely suppressed and beaten.

Han Jue sighed, raised his right hand, and extended his index finger, shooting out a streak of Sword Qi through the air.

Shi Duxiao, who was just about to execute a Divine Ability, was caught off guard. His body was pierced by the Sword Qi coming from the side, and blood spilled across the sky.

Spell-casting interrupted!

Shi Duxiao widened his eyes, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

Li Daokong immediately stopped, not taking advantage of the opening.

His expression was ashen as he realized that Han Jue had intervened. That streak of Sword Qi from just now made even him feel lingering fear in his heart.

Too fast!

"Let this be the end."

Han Jue's voice resounded across the heavens and earth, deafening.

Shi Duxiao looked toward the Hundred Peaks Immortal River with dread and gritted his teeth as he said, "A Saint!"

A single streak of Sword Qi effortlessly dispersed the vast magic power within his body; if not a Saint, what was he?

In the past, Shi Duxiao had also overestimated his capabilities and challenged a Saint; that terrifying feeling was hard to forget.

Li Daokong suddenly vanished into thin air.

Shi Duxiao gritted his teeth, struggled for a moment, and ultimately chose to leave.

There was no help for it; the disparity in strength was too vast. Staying any longer would only be courting humiliation.

The moment he turned around, Shi Duxiao suddenly thought of Great Emperor Chen's words.

He truly had no qualifications to call himself invincible.

Detestable!

If only I could become a Saint…

Shi Duxiao roared inwardly. He had already reached the limit of a Quasi-Saint and could no longer grow stronger. Beneath the Saint, he truly had never tasted defeat.

…

Inside the Daoist temple.

Li Daokong stood before Han Jue with his head drooping, resembling a child who had done something wrong.

Han Jue said expressionlessly, "I am very disappointed."

Li Daokong lowered his head even further, his hands within his sleeves clenching into fists.

Han Jue suddenly chuckled.

He had been worrying about having no chance to suppress Li Daokong.

Ever since joining the Hidden Sect, although Li Daokong regarded him as supreme, his arrogant posture had never been put down. Ordinary people seeing them would even think they were on equal footing.

On the contrary, Li Xuan'ao quickly found his own positioning, making Han Jue look upon him with favor.

Han Jue said indifferently, "When I first entered the Quasi-Saint Realm, I could sweep through all Quasi-Saints, including Shi Duxiao. Do you believe it?"

Li Daokong took a deep breath and said, "I believe it!"

"How can someone like you shoulder the seat of a Saint in the Hidden Sect?"

"I… truly am unworthy…"

Li Daokong felt no anger, only cruelty. His face burned with shame.

Han Jue began to hurl scathing sarcasm right in his face, and Li Daokong could only endure it.

After a long time.

Han Jue snorted. "Cultivate properly. Once you break through a minor Realm, I will impart a Divine Ability to you, and you will go challenge Shi Duxiao again. You must win! I value you the most, so don't let me down!"

"Understood!"

Li Daokong replied in a deep voice.

Han Jue waved his hand, and Li Daokong bowed and departed.

When walking out of the Daoist temple, Li Daokong glanced at Zhang Jue, and the dissatisfaction in his heart instantly vanished like smoke in thin air.

After all, he was a proud person. Having been humiliated like this by Han Jue, how could he not have any emotions?

However, the moment he saw Zhang Jue, only bitterness remained in his heart.

Han Jue truly had the qualifications to mock him!

On the way back, Li Xuan'ao came to meet Li Daokong and inquired about what had just happened.

Li Daokong did not hide anything either. After finishing, he sighed and left to prepare to Cultivate hard.

Li Xuan'ao froze in place, dumbfounded.

"Shi Duxiao! That is an existence nearly the most powerful beneath the Saint. How come you two talk about him like he's just some mortal? One dares to say it, and the other actually dares to believe it?"

Li Xuan'ao muttered to himself, unable to understand.

…

The news of Shi Duxiao returning in defeat from the Hundred Peaks Immortal River quickly spread throughout the Immortal Realm.

Over these years, Shi Duxiao had challenged all directions, and quite a few Fortune Sects had been provoked by him. This was still the first time he had suffered a setback.

There were quite a few living beings near the Hundred Peaks Immortal River, and occasionally Cultivators passed by, happenstance witnesses to this battle, all of whom sighed in awe.

For a time, legends of the Hundred Peaks Immortal River spread everywhere once again.

The more mysterious it was, the easier it was for all living beings to imagine things and fill in the blanks.

Three hundred years later, the Hundred Peaks Immortal River turned into a Holy Land passed down by word of mouth among all living beings.

Thirteenth Heaven.

Inside a palace of the Celestial Clan, Immortal God Ji and Fang Liang gathered together.

"Tsk tsk, your Grandmaster's Hidden Sect has been standing out in the limelight again lately," Immortal God Ji said with a smile.

Fang Liang smiled indifferently. "It's alright. Grandmaster certainly wouldn't hope for this."

"Putting on airs!"

"I am your Junior Martial Uncle now!"

Immortal God Ji was secretly pleased with himself. He had not spoken of the matter of joining the Hidden Sect; even Fang Liang didn't know.

The Hidden Sect would be his ultimate trump card, and he wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary.

Although Fang Liang came from the Hidden Sect, he hadn't returned to the Hidden Sect in a long time. Perhaps he no longer considered himself a person of the Hidden Sect.

Immortal God Ji asked, "How has the Heavenly Court considered it?"

Fang Liang said, "I have no objections. Today's Heavenly Court has already fallen into decline, and the Saints have long since ceased to care. It's just that if we want to subdue the Dragon Clan, relying solely on you and me is probably not enough. The Dragon Clan has produced a mighty figure who achieved the Quasi-Saint Realm by borrowing the Luck of the tribulation, and their strength is extremely tyrannical."