The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Upon hearing the other party's words, Mosquito Daoist didn't say much and directly took out the Soul-Breaking Blade. In his mind, Kunpeng was this kind of cautious person, but also quite greedy.

"Waves of blood surged."

With a loud shout, Mosquito Taoist slashed at Kunpeng with his sword. Instantly, the sword light stretched for miles, and everything around trembled as if it were about to be lifted off the ground. When it reached Kunpeng, the surrounding grass, trees, and rocks were all drawn by the sword light and followed its momentum, crashing into Kunpeng.

This was the Netherworld Three Styles created by Mosquito Taoist, which was later modified into a sword technique and has not been used since. Kunpeng was at the peak of the late Quasi-Saint stage, and ordinary methods were ineffective against him, so he directly summoned a top-grade innate treasure.

Seeing such a powerful slash coming towards him, Kunpeng broke out in a cold sweat. However, there was no time to think about it now. He then summoned a pagoda, which was somewhat similar to the Six Harmonies Pagoda. But this pagoda had nine stories and was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the 'Nine Li Pagoda,' which was also a defensive spiritual treasure.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Crack!"

The blade struck the Nine Li Tower with a loud bang. Before Kunpeng could even catch his breath, the sand and gravel carried by the blade slammed into it. When the blade's light dissipated, Kunpeng was thrown back hundreds of meters.

He summoned the pagoda back into his hand. The once golden Nine Li Pagoda now bore several cracks, clearly damaged. Kunpeng felt a pang of heartache; he never expected that his opponent's first move would damage his superior-grade innate spiritual treasure. How could he possibly defend himself afterward?

I thought that since both of us were at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, we should be able to withstand three of his moves. But I was too overconfident.

Looking at the large sword in the other party's hand, although he couldn't tell its level, it was undoubtedly a supreme innate treasure. At this moment, his heart was filled with jealousy. Back at the Treasure Dividing Rock, he had already seen that the other party had a high-grade innate defensive treasure, and this one was probably no worse than the cauldron from back then.

Even Mosquito Daoist hadn't expected such power after the first strike. This time, he had incorporated the Devouring Law into this move. He hadn't anticipated comprehending even half of the Devouring Law, and that it would be integrated into the sword's momentum, capable of drawing in the surrounding sand and gravel to attack the opponent together.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, is this your strongest attack?" Kunpeng asked. If it was indeed the opponent's strongest attack, he would block the remaining two moves no matter what.

Upon hearing this, Mosquito Daoist knew exactly what the other party was thinking, but he had no intention of killing him at the moment. He sheathed the Soul-Breaking Blade and said, "This is only the first move. There are two more moves to come. Kunpeng, I won't lie to you. I only used seven-tenths of my strength in the first move. Whether you want to continue or not is up to you to decide."

It wasn't a lie for Mosquito Daoist to say he only used seven-tenths of his strength. He had already used fifty percent of the Devouring Law this time. If he were to use the Space Law next, or even several laws together, Kunpeng might be instantly killed.

In reality, he only used half of his strength, keeping a backup plan in mind so that he wouldn't be outmaneuvered by others. Of course, he wouldn't reveal all his cards to outsiders.

Kunpeng, upon hearing this, lost his previous arrogance. He was no longer as strong as the opponent, and he accepted the defeat gracefully. His superior-grade innate spiritual treasure was the highest treasure he could muster, yet it had been damaged by the opponent's attack. He immediately said, "In that case, there's no need for the remaining two moves. I have nothing more to say."

After saying that, he was about to leave with Mai. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Everyone present looked to the west, sensing multiple auras flying towards them.

Before the four could think further, the group was already in front of them. Seeing this situation, even the experienced Mosquito Taoist was unsure of himself.

At a glance, there were nearly forty Quasi-Saints and several hundred Grand Luo Golden Immortals. The Three Pure Ones, the Western Jieyin and Zhunti, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and even Nuwa and Fuxi were present.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, it's so good to see you're alright." Zhen Yuanzi had come with everyone, and seeing Hongyun among them, he was overjoyed. Regardless of what others thought, he went to Hongyun's side first.

Mosquito Daoist saw Zhen Yuanzi talking to Hongyun but ignored them. He was thinking about how to handle the situation. With so many people here, he figured that most of the cultivators who coveted the Primordial Purple Qi were already here, which made things difficult for him.

He was unaware that all these people were drawn here by his fight with Kunpeng. If the other Quasi-Saints hadn't been tricked to death by Hongyun, there would probably be three digits of Quasi-Saints now.

He then looked at Styx, who was hidden in the crowd, and saw the other man nod at him. Knowing that everything was arranged, the Mosquito Taoist felt a little more confident. Looking at the crowd, he smiled and said:

"Fellow Daoists, I have obtained Hongyun's Primordial Purple Qi. Anyone here who has objections may step forward now, otherwise, if innocent people are harmed later, you cannot blame me."

He came specifically for Hongyun's Primordial Purple Qi, and now he had to accept the offer. Who could predict whether Hongyun would ultimately choose to self-destruct? The Primordial Purple Qi, though extremely profound, wasn't so easily dissipated. But if it were destroyed, all his long-term planning would be in vain.

Upon hearing what Mosquito Taoist said, the scene immediately became abuzz with discussion, while only Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Finally, those who had only reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level stood aside; in such an occasion, it was not their turn to step forward.

To Mosquito Daoist's surprise, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, along with Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi, had left. However, the Ancestral Witches all looked at Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi with hostile eyes, as if they might start fighting at any moment.

Looking at the twenty-odd Quasi-Saints still on the field, Mosquito Daoist continued, "Jieyin, have you two brothers forgotten what happened back then? If a fight really breaks out later, I can't guarantee that the Primordial Purple Qi on your bodies won't be stolen."

Upon hearing this, Jieyin immediately recalled how the two of them had been threatened in the same way by the other party at the Blood Sea. He thought that Beiming would actually do such a thing, especially since he still held that same large sword. He also remembered that although there were many powerful figures present, there was only one strand of Primordial Purple Qi.

Moreover, regarding the matter of Hongyun, the two of them owed her a debt of karma back then, and now they want to seize it, which doesn't make sense. They might end up losing more than they gain. Didn't they see that there are also the Three Pure Ones, who are even more powerful than them? All of them possess innate treasures, and the two of them are not at an advantage.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled Zhunti aside.

"Alright, Daoist Beiming, if you're afraid, then don't get involved in this matter." Yinwei Ancestor, who had survived Yu Hongyun's self-destruction, couldn't help but speak up as he watched the scene instantly dwindle to half its population, not wanting the other to continue.