Chapter 467: Western Sect Disciples, From Now On You Are Only Fit to Be Daoist Mounts

No matter how Hongjun views it, that is not important.

What is important is that today, whatever Tang An wants to do, no one in the Three Realms can stop her, not even the Heavenly Dao.

Tang An released a wave of gentle Dharma Power, separating the two forces of Buddhas and Immortals across the entire battlefield.

She appeared above the battlefield, her divine robes fluttering, her Dharma body radiating golden light, bringing endless pressure to everyone present.

"Surrender now, and you may be spared."

"Those who continue to resist, I will surely kill!"

As Tang An's resounding words fell, the surrounding mountain ranges exploded in unison. An entire mountain range was severed at the waist by her; mountains tilted and trees fell, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky, while demons, beasts, and birds scattered in flight.

The Buddhas looked at one another. Clearly, they were all afraid, and timidity had already taken root in their eyes.

But the Two Sages of the Western Sect were still there; if they surrendered at this moment, they feared the Two Sages would take their lives as well.

Tang An knew very well that this deadlock only required one person to step forward and break it, and the situation would completely collapse and spiral out of control.

"Wenshu." Tang An looked at Wenshu Pusa, "Of the Four Great Bodhisattvas, two have already joined my ranks."

"You, it is time to make a choice."

Wenshu Pusa had felt uneasy just moments ago, knowing that among the Four Great Bodhisattvas, only he remained, and Tang An would surely make an example of him.

If he chose correctly, he might still have a path to survival. If he chose wrongly, he feared he would end up with his soul scattered today.

"Amituofo."

"This poor monk..."

Tang An did not waste words and directly summoned the Jinbao Sword.

"Tang An, you dare!" Zhunti still wanted to intervene.

Yang Jian teleported in front of Zhunti, using the Eight-Nine Profound Art to forcefully withstand the Saint's Power, and thrust his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear into Zhunti's left shoulder.

After all, he was no longer at the Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation level; he had swallowed the Three-Grade Merit Golden Lotus and entered the ranks of the Quasi-Saint.

He had always been a standout among his peers, and now that he had become a Half-Saint, his cultivation and combat power had both grown crazily in tandem.

Coupled with the fact that Zhunti was already injured and affected by the Wutian Great Tribulation, he truly fell for Yang Jian's strike.

Nezha looked at the disciples of the Western Sect, endless killing intent sweeping forth, and let out a shout that shook the heavens.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The five hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals repeated the cry three times, regrouping for battle, their morale soaring.

Sun Wukong pulled out another Golden Cudgel, "Brother Yang Jian, today you and I, brothers, shall smash this Western sky to pieces!"

He swung both Golden Cudgels simultaneously, teleported behind Zhunti, and struck his back with two "Bang! Bang!" blows.

Zhunti faced the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in front and a pair of Golden Cudgels behind. He could block the front but ignore the back, or guard the back but be unable to block the front.

A Saint who was once high and mighty was now like a dog fallen into the water, beaten by the two of them until he plummeted from mid-air and crashed into the earth.

Just as Jieyin was about to act, Tongtian Jiaozhu stepped through the air and appeared before him.

"Move, and die."

If Sun Wukong and Yang Jian could join forces to contend with one Saint, then Tongtian Jiaozhu was an existence capable of slaying Jieyin at any moment.

Those two Saints of theirs had never been on the same level as the three Saints of Tongtian Jiaozhu from the very beginning.

Tang An withdrew her gaze and looked back at Wenshu.

"My patience has run out."

Wenshu immediately knelt on one knee and bowed, "Wenshu is willing to repent for past wrongs and return to the Daoist fold."

The main strategy was: as long as you submit quickly, the situation can still be salvaged.

Tang An raised an eyebrow at the disciples of the Western Sect; she did not speak, but her gaze was clearly waiting for them to take action.

If they did not give her an answer, they could surrender their lives to the Jinbao Sword instead.

Seeing Wenshu surrender, the Bodhisattvas laid down their Dharma treasures one after another, voluntarily following Wenshu.

Then came the Buddhas, Arhats, Vajras, Dharma Protectors...

Tang An looked at the vast crowd of Western Sect disciples kneeling before her, then looked provocatively at the Jieyin Saint.

"Have you still not recognized reality?"

"You have lost; today you shall surely fall from your pedestal. The Western Sect, from this day forth, will head toward total decline."

"Master, are you satisfied?"

Tongtian Jiaozhu was very satisfied with Tang An's approach, "Worthy of being one of my Jie Sect members."

Ruthless, with few words. And even when words were spoken, they could still kill.

"But I still feel it is not enough." Tang An waved her hand again, releasing a surge of Dharma Power that transformed all the surrendered Buddhist followers into the forms of their own mounts.

"From this day forward, those of the Western Sect are only fit to be mounts for my Daoism."

"With no future, and never to be changed for eternity."

As for the original mounts of the Western Sect, they were naturally treated the same and were also taken into service.

The status of the Western Sect disciples was now exactly the same as the mounts beneath them, with no difference whatsoever.

Some of the Western Sect members, having just surrendered, felt insulted and wanted to rise up in resistance.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Wherever Jin Chanzi's staff passed, it exploded into one mist of blood after another.

"Since they have returned to Daoism, it is better for this poor monk... oh no, it is better for this seat to deal with these people."

Having said that, without waiting for Tang An to speak, he began his post-return feast of slaughter.

"Indeed, even I almost forgot, he is the Six-Winged Golden Cicada after all."

Tang An turned her head to look at Nezha, and Nezha then led his troops to take the captives into custody and forcibly subdue them.

The Western Sect, which had previously risen to fame with followers spread across the world, had its foundations destroyed by Tang An long ago on the journey to the West. Now, it had been completely and thoroughly crushed by her.

Hongjun watched this scene with cold eyes; if one were to say he favored the Western Sect, he had not even extended a helping hand at this moment.

Tang An knew that all these living beings who died in the Great Tribulation would become nourishment to replenish the power of the Heavenly Dao.

He actually never favored anyone; he was heartless and had always only cared about his own Heavenly Dao authority, only cared about whether the Great Tribulation proceeded smoothly, and only cared about the life or death of useful chess pieces.

If a chess piece lost its value, then letting the piece itself become a form of value was also something he was willing to see.

"Jieyin Saint, watching your Western Sect Disciples be so spineless, can you still keep your heart as still as water?"

"Watching Zhunti be beaten into a drowned rat by my two disciples, are you happy?"

"The Heavenly Dao that favors you is ignoring your plight at this moment; how does that taste?"

Jieyin was silent for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Hehehe..."

"Do you truly think the outcome is already decided?"

"And do you think, why would this deity allow you to be so overbearing?"

Tang An knew Jieyin was stalling for time, but she really did not know what Jieyin was stalling for.

"You have secretly done something, haven't you?"

"Let me guess, what have you done?"

"What kind of turning point could appear now to reverse your state of defeat?"

"Oh my, it's so hard to guess." Tang An looked at Hongjun's Dharma image in distress, "Master Ancestor, they are colluding with the Outer Realm Demon Race at a time like this, are you still not going to intervene?"

"Since you won't intervene, fine, as the Guardian, I, Tang An, must bear the responsibility for the safety of all living beings in the Three Realms."

"But if I intervene, you cannot interfere in this matter anymore."

Hongjun's expression darkened; it was not that he was dissatisfied with Tang An, but that he had finally, at Tang An's reminder, detected the magic array hidden in the void that was about to open a path between the two domains.

"As long as you spare their lives, you may deal with the rest as you please."

This time, even Hongjun was angry.

It was fine to let them play their little games as usual, but now that they actually wanted to destroy the Three Realms, they must be given a big lesson.

"Great, I was just waiting for those words from you, Master Ancestor."

Tang An raised her hand and brought out the Hunyuan Golden Dipper; the Hunyuan Golden Dipper of the past could strip the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Now, the Hunyuan Golden Dipper, tempered by Tang An's Merit, could even strip the cultivation of a Saint.

"The Causality of the past has already been settled, but the Causality of the journey to the West still needs to be settled with you, doesn't it?"

"My three disciples are in urgent need of improving their cultivation, so this seat will not stand on ceremony with you two."