100: In crucial moments, we still have to rely on Master's fire stick.

"Crack."

The Jade Slip turned into dust filling the sky.

Xiao Chen's eyes were filled with determination.

Revered Master said that calling for backup isn't embarrassing.

Running away if you can't win is even less embarrassing.

Dying—that is truly embarrassing.

However.

The world-destroying Emperors Might he expected did not descend.

The surroundings were still filled with violent energy storms and raging Void Realm turbulence.

The dozen or so extreme dao imperial weapons still carried the terrifying prestige capable of suppressing everything, crushing down from all directions.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Chen was stunned.

"Did Revered Master's Jade Slip... malfunction?"

"Hahahaha! Bluster!"

Sect Master Yaoguang burst into maniacal laughter upon seeing this.

"What calling for backup? It's just a final, dying struggle!"

"Your Revered Master has either abandoned you, or... he himself is already unable to protect himself!"

"Die!!"

Despair.

Icy despair instantly enveloped the hearts of the five people... Meanwhile, in the corner of the battlefield.

The white-robed figure who had been sitting and cracking melon seeds finally moved.

Li Daoxuan slowly put down the plate of melon seeds in his hand and brushed the crumbs off his body.

He stood up, stretched, and his bones let out a crisp "crackling" sound.

"Sigh."

A soft sigh drifted over.

"I originally wanted to let you play a little longer."

"But in the end, every single one of you is so fragile."

"It seems I, your Revered Master, must personally step in and clean up your mess."

The voice was not loud.

Yet it was like a thunderclap, clearly echoing deep within everyone's Soul.

Sect Master Yaoguang, who was laughing maniacally, instantly stopped.

The various Sect Revered Masters who were mobilizing their Imperial Weapons and preparing to strike lethal blows suddenly froze.

They all looked in unison toward the source of the sound.

They saw, at the edge of the battlefield, the Youth in White Robes—whom they had ignored as if he were air the entire time—slowly walking over, stepping through the Void Realm one step at a time.

He walked very slowly.

But with every step he took, the entire shattered Small World seemed to tremble violently beneath his feet.

The surrounding violent Void Realm turbulence, when approaching within three feet of him, instantly became incredibly docile, as if encountering a natural predator, automatically parting to form a path.

"Playing tricks!"

The nearest Great Demon Powerhouse, looking at this "Mortal" who had no spiritual energy fluctuations, flashed a trace of viciousness in his eyes.

"First, I'll slaughter this obstruction!"

He activated a Golden Divine Pagoda (Imperial Weapon) hovering above his head, which carried the might of suppressing mountains and rivers, and smashed it down upon Li Daoxuan!

However.

Facing this world-shattering strike.

Li Daoxuan did not even lift an eyelid.

"A group of old geezers who have lived for tens of thousands of years ganging up to bully a few minors."

He shook his head, his face full of disappointment and disdain.

"Have you no shame?"

As he spoke.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Everyone focused their gaze.

In that hand, he was not holding any earth-shattering Divine Armament or Sharp Weapon.

But rather... a blackened, even slightly greasy... Fire Poker?

That's right.

It was just a Fire Poker.

It was the Fire Poker he used in Hidden God Sect's kitchen to poke charcoal and occasionally prod the furnace eye.

"Pfft—"

"Hahahaha! I didn't see wrong, did I? A Fire Poker?!"

"Is this kid scared senseless? Trying to use a Fire Poker to block an Imperial Weapon?"

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

Everyone laughed maniacally.

However.

The next second.

Their laughter instantly stopped, as if choked by an invisible hand.

Because.

Li Daoxuan moved.

He didn't use any flashy Moves.

He simply and plainly faced the Golden Divine Pagoda descending from the sky.

Gently.

He poked.

The movement was simple and unadorned.

Like poking a disobedient hornet's nest.

"Buzz—"

The Fire Poker and the Golden Divine Pagoda lightly collided in mid-air.

There was no explosion.

There was no stalemate.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

That seemingly fragile Fire Poker ignored all the Imperial Weapon radiance and Law power on the Divine Pagoda.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Effortlessly.

With a "Puchi" sound.

It pierced through the Golden Divine Pagoda, which was reputed to be indestructible.

Poking in from the bottom of the pagoda, and out through the tip.

A complete penetration!

"Crack... crack crack crack..."

A grating sound of shattering rang out.

That famous extreme dao imperial weapon was visibly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

"No—! My Demon Suppressing Pagoda!!"

That Great Demon Powerhouse let out a heartbreaking shriek.

However.

Li Daoxuan completely ignored him.

He flicked his wrist.

"Freeze."

A single word was softly uttered from his mouth.

Words Become Law!

Buzz—!!!

The world seemed to freeze at this moment.

The dozen or so extreme dao imperial weapons that were besieging Xiao Chen and the others, along with the Sect Master Powerhouses who were activating them, were all forcibly fixed in mid-air by an indescribably terrifying power!

Unable to Move!

Immediately after.

That unremarkable Fire Poker finally stopped hiding its true nature.

A terrifying aura that surpassed Great Emperors, surpassed the limits of this world, and seemed to originate from the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, burst forth from the blackened shaft of the poker!

That was not Emperors Might!

That was... Immortal Might!

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—!!!"

All the extreme dao imperial weapons present, the moment they felt this aura, emitted mournful wails, like mice encountering their ancestor.

Their radiance instantly dimmed!

Their Artifact Spirits trembled uncontrollably!

"Clang!"

"Clang clang clang!"

One Supreme Treasure after another, famous throughout Central State and capable of suppressing an era's Luck.

At this moment, they were like useless scrap metal that had lost all power.

From mid-air.

Clattering and crashing.

They fell everywhere.

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

Their Life-Bound Imperial Weapons damaged, all the Sect Master Powerhouses were simultaneously struck by lightning, violently spitting out a mouthful of Vital Blood, their aura instantly weakening.

Their faces were ashen white as paper, and they stared intently with expressions of having seen a ghost at the snow-white-robed youth holding the Fire Poker.

Their minds were completely blank.

A Fire Poker... one Move... suppressed a dozen extreme dao imperial weapons?!

Is this damn thing... actually real?!

This is no longer something a Great Emperor can achieve!

This is... a True Immortal descending to the Mortal World!!

"I... I was wrong..."

Sect Master Yaoguang was the first to break down. He dropped to his knees in the Void Realm with a "thump," kowtowing rapidly and crying his heart out.

"Senior, spare me! True Immortal, spare me!"

"I was blind to Mt. Tai! I shouldn't have tried to steal your Disciple's things!"

"Please treat me like a fart and let me go!"