Chapter 1033

Once again, following the demonic seed's strange power, it came surging and raging in.

At this moment, General Zhebie, caught off guard, suffered a light wound.

General Chilaowen had taken two consecutive waves of attacks, and it was precisely the moment when new strength had yet to arise and old strength had already faded.

They wanted to block it, but neither of them could think of a way.

"What do we do? General Chilaowen…"

Seeing this wave of attack, General Zhebie could not help but turn deathly pale; there was no longer time to ask what the hell this thing was.

General Chilaowen's face darkened, and he could only transmit his voice:

"Sigh, I've already done my best. I'm afraid I can't protect Meng Chixing. Pull back!"

Only now did General Chilaowen realize that although he was an expert of the Heavenly Dao Golden List level, he was not truly a mortal myth.

At least in the face of this force, he could only suffer setback after setback.

"This…"

Hearing this, General Zhebie, though feeling helpless, did not really have any objection.

In any case, although Meng Chixing was a Great Yuan enshrined expert, he did not have much friendship with General Zhebie.

After a slight hesitation, he prepared to withdraw his power and run.

"Don't! Two generals, don't abandon me…"

Although Meng Chixing had not directly faced the impact of this strange force, the battlefield core of the eruption was not far from his Niwan Palace.

Every shockwave of the impact made his mind reel, nearly causing him to faint and die.

In his heart he had long been terrified beyond endurance, knowing that without General Zhebie and General Chilaowen stepping in, he would certainly have been doomed this time with no chance of survival.

Just as he saw the third wave of attack sweeping in, General Zhebie withdrew his palm.

He was quick-witted and immediately guessed that General Zhebie was preparing to stand by and watch him die.

Ignoring all decorum, he directly began to wail and beg.

Although General Zhebie felt quite reluctant in his heart, he did not want his injuries to worsen for the sake of Meng Chixing.

Therefore, he hardened his heart and directly withdrew his palm.

General Chilaowen could only sigh inwardly, his heart not without gloom.

Just as the two withdrew their hands and Meng Chixing was about to be drowned by that strange force—

"Fool, blast that Tianxian Star into slag, and you'll naturally be able to save this waste."

Out of nowhere, a rather arrogant yet somehow familiar voice to General Zhebie suddenly rang out.

General Zhebie's first reaction was not to strike and kill Tianxian Star, but rather to think.

This person had spoken abruptly, clearly right at his side.

Yet neither he nor General Chilaowen had sensed it at all—this person's cultivation must be far above the two of them!

Who on earth was this person?

While he was pondering in his heart, General Chilaowen paid no heed to anything else and directly struck out with a palm, carrying boundless Thunder Gang Qi, blasting toward the stupefied Tianxian Star.

Where the gang wind passed, how could Tianxian Star withstand it.

He was directly reduced to a pile of ash beneath that gang wind.

Strangely enough, after Tianxian Star was utterly obliterated from the world, that strange force did indeed abruptly vanish before Meng Chixing's Niwan Palace.

Not leaving the slightest trace.

As if it had never existed at all.

"Huu…"

Having been rescued, Meng Chixing could not help but relax his thighs, a warm current flowing down from his legs.

Then his legs went limp and he directly sat down on the grass.

This generation's outstanding expert had actually been scared into wetting himself…

"That was close…"

General Chilaowen was both shocked and amazed.

This force, which had left a deep and hateful impression on him, had actually vanished just like that?

In his heart, he grew even more curious about the one who had spoken.

This person's cultivation was absolutely far above his own and General Zhebie's.

"So it is Master Changsheng who has arrived! General Zhebie pays respects to the Protector Dharma King."

After much deliberation, General Zhebie finally recalled who the newcomer was.

It was precisely the Great Yuan's Protector Dharma King, the Undying God who had been scared off by Wu Wudi during the battle of Tang Yuan!

Although at this moment he did not know where the Undying God was, he still bowed respectfully toward the void.

General Chilaowen had naturally also heard of the great name of the Undying God, and upon learning that this legendary figure had arrived,

he felt both enlightened and quite admiring in his heart.

He then bowed together with General Zhebie, also saying verbally that General Chilaowen paid respects to the Protector Dharma King.

A figure abruptly appeared in the direction General Zhebie had bowed toward—was it not precisely the Undying God.

At this moment, the Undying God was still dressed as a monk.

On his entire body, apart from a monk's robe, there were no other ornaments.

Having received their bows, the Undying God raised both hands in a supporting gesture.

A gentle force of strength appeared beneath the two men.

Then, involuntarily, the two men stood up straight.

"Enough, two generals, no need for such ceremony."

"Meng Chixing kowtows in thanks to the Protecting Dharma Elder for the grace of saving his life.

From this day forth, Meng Chixing shall be the Dharma Elder's faithful devotee, and shall look only to the Dharma Elder for guidance."

At this moment, the thoroughly frightened Meng Chixing finally came back to his senses.

He flipped over and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

The words he spoke also caused General Zhebie and General Chilaowen to involuntarily change color.

What is this?

You, a Great Yuan Court Offerer, actually looking to the God of Immortality for guidance?

Does this mean you won't serve as a Great Yuan Court Offerer anymore?

Going to become a household slave of this God of Immortality?

Even though this general was just about to abandon you, for you to dare act like this — doesn't it disgrace Great Yuan's face, and where does that leave this general?

General Zhebie, hearing Meng Chixing's words, was so angry his teeth itched.

Yet because the God of Immortality was present, he did not dare show the slightest change on his face.

820 — being screwed over by the God of Immortality?

"Enough, rise!"

The God of Immortality's face was neither sorrowful nor joyful, and he sent out another gentle force to help Meng Chixing up.

Having narrowly escaped death this time, Meng Chixing had indeed gathered some resentment toward General Zhebie in his heart.

Therefore, after rising, he went straight to the God of Immortality's side, looking as though he meant to serve as an attendant to this Buddha on earth.

He didn't want to, but because he had just lost composure, his body was giving off a strong stench at the moment.

Even though the God of Immortality was neither sorrowful nor joyful, he could not help but frown and cover his nose,

"Enough, enough, go clean yourself up first — what kind of decorum is this."

"Yes!"

Meng Chixing's face reddened, knowing he had lost face terribly this time.

But he figured that if he could climb onto this high branch — the God of Immortality — then it would count as a blessing in disguise.

He obediently withdrew, deployed his movement technique, and went off to find water to clean himself.

After Meng Chixing withdrew, General Zhebie's mind was filled with countless thoughts.

General Chilaowen, however, could not spare a thought for anything else. He stepped forward, pressed his palms together, and paid his respects once more to the God of Immortality, then said,

"May I ask the Dharma Elder, what exactly was that power?"

This was what General Chilaowen found strangest.

Clearly, whether it was Duan Tianya, or Zhu Wushi, or even this Idle Star — every single one of them was no match for him.