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As he spoke, Tang Sanzang stepped to the side and bent his body, throwing a punch!

Bang!

People saw that the bald man threw a very ordinary punch with nothing special about it; there was no Fist Power accompanying it, no fluctuations of vital energy, no manifestation of the Dao—just a dry punch that landed squarely on the head of the True Dragon.

But strangely enough, the rampaging True Dragon, which seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, unstoppable, was like a fly hitting an iron board; it stopped dead in its tracks.

The eyes of the True Dragon bulged out, filled with shock and fear...

"Impossible..." the True Dragon exclaimed in horror.

The next moment...

Boom!

A Fist Power exploded between the fist and the head of the True Dragon!

The Fist Power burnt through like a fire igniting straw, ravaging its way forward, the body of the True Dragon collapsing and shattering, inch by inch, section by section, and in the blink of an eye, its tens of thousands of miles long body exploded into cosmic dust...

Another punch, and a Semi-Saint fell!

Together with the collapse was the Path of Wild Wind; under the pull of vital energy, the Semi-Saint woman in the yellow dress spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking at the bald man in disbelief as if she had seen a monster.

Two Semi-Saints initiated a Combination Technique, the opponent merely sent a punch, resulting in one dead, one injured!

How terrifying was that punch?

And it seemed that the opponent still had energy to spare...

"Who... who on earth is this guy?"

"Where did this freak come from? He didn't use any celestial power or Dao rules, just relying on brute strength, and yet he managed to kill a Semi-Saint... What the hell is this thing?"

The other Guardians were scared and discussed among themselves.

However, the Semi-Saint woman in the yellow dress was not phased; she looked at Tang Sanzang gloomily and asked, "What kind of boxing did you just use?" Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Tang Sanzang spread his hands and said, "You call that boxing? To be honest, I just... casually threw a punch, mainly because you seem a bit too frail to take it."

"A Saint?" the woman in the yellow dress asked tentatively.

Tang Sanzang stroked his chin, pondered for a moment and said, "Uh... not really."

The woman in the yellow dress nodded slightly, then smiled, "Whether you are a Saint or not, you shouldn't have come here... because this place has always been meant as a burial ground for Saints from the beginning to the end!"

Having said that, the woman in the yellow dress turned and bowed towards the island above the Chaos, saying, "Huang Yiyi humbly requests the Four Saints of Go, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting to take action!"

"Four Saints? Wasn't it just one?" Zhu Ganglie immediately realized something was wrong and shrieked.

The woman in the yellow dress sneered, "We are here not only to guard the teleportation formation, but also to ambush the remnants of Pan Gu. Saints must pass through here to enter or leave the Pan Gu World...

So how could there be only one Saint stationed here?

It appears to be one on the surface, but in fact, there have always been four!"

Zhu Ganglie was scared, promptly grabbing Tang Sanzang and saying, "Master, this is bad, we've been tricked. That woman Bai Shinv said the people here were only slightly stronger than her, but this isn't slightly stronger, this is a huge trap! She wants to bury us alive, Master, let's get out of here quickly."

However, Tang Sanzang appeared unconcerned and said, "Forget it, disciple, your master hasn't battled a Saint before. I am quite curious about how strong a Saint really is... I would like to try it out."

"Try it out, then find a solitary one to try, damn it, there are four of them, they're clearly aiming for a group fight," Zhu Ganglie was truly anxious.

After all, Saints are said to be immortal and invincible, with everything beneath them no more than ants.

Facing Saints, even though Zhu Ganglie thought Tang Sanzang was terrifyingly strong, he didn't believe Tang Sanzang stood a chance.

But Tang Sanzang wouldn't leave, and he didn't dare to leave either.

The reason was simple: thousands of Primordial Realm experts and a Semi-Saint were watching him closely in the surroundings.

Hiding behind the bald man, no one dared to touch him.

But the moment he left the bald man's side, he would be swallowed by the crowd...

Even with some tricks up his sleeve, he couldn't handle so many powerful foes.

Especially Bai Shinv and Feng Tu, who looked at him as if he were a dead man, clearly just waiting for an opportunity to bite him.

Despite Zhu Ganglie's insistence, Tang Sanzang simply wouldn't leave; he stood there with his arms crossed, waiting.

He was genuinely curious about where his strength's peak lay...

Saint, a title he had heard countless times but had never fought against one, and he really wanted to try.

"Master, if you won't consider my feelings, at least think of your daughter. What if you can't handle it, what if you get held up? Then we'll be in for it," Zhu Ganglie shouted.

Tang Sanzang was startled, as this indeed posed a problem.

So Tang Sanzang looked to Tang Caiyi, "Daughter, what do you think we should do?"

Tang Caiyi was also very straightforward, rolling up her sleeves, "Take them on!"

Father and daughter exchanged a glance and instantly reached a certain understanding. They high-fived and said in unison, "Take them on!"

"Heh, young friend, you really have a good attitude."

A gentle voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang turned to see an old man slowly walking out from above the island. The old man, hunched over with hands clasped behind his back, took steps that spanned countless light-years and appeared directly in front of Tang Sanzang.

The two stood less than a meter apart, looking calmly into each other's eyes.

Seeing this, the other powerful beings from the Chaos worlds all bowed and saluted, "Greetings to Scholar Saint!"

The Scholar Saint's face was full of wrinkles, and upon hearing the greeting, he merely nodded slightly. It was only when looking at Tang Sanzang that he revealed a smile of appreciation, "Little baldy, your strength is not bad, would you like to follow this old man in cultivation?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was in an uproar.

This baldy had just killed two Semi-Saints and one from the Primordial Realm with a single move, yet the Scholar Saint was not angry, did not seek vengeance for them, but actually wanted to take the opponent as a disciple?

This was simply too much.

However, they dared not show it and could only bow their heads in dissatisfaction.

At the same time, everyone also gleaned from the Scholar Saint's words that this baldy was indeed not a Saint.

Otherwise, the Scholar Saint wouldn't be talking about taking him as a disciple, but rather making friends...

"It's over, looks like that Monk is going to become a disciple of the Scholar Saint, and we won't be able to settle this score," someone sighed.

The crowd nodded, everyone felt that, faced with the ultimate kill setup of four Saints, a being who was not a Saint himself, who would dare refuse the Scholar Saint's invitation?

After all, it was the only way out.

However...

One moment the baldy was looking naive, but upon hearing the Scholar Saint's words, his face twisted into a ferocious scowl, he straightened his back, and looking down on the Scholar Saint he said, "Who the hell are you calling baldy?"

Pff...

Many people almost spewed blood on the spot.

A non-Saint daring to speak from a position of superiority to a Saint was already insane.

But for him to curse at a Saint...

This guy must be out of his mind, right?

The Scholar Saint was also stunned; he hadn't expected the baldy before him to be so unappreciative.

His brows furrowing slightly, he said, "I called you a baldy, are you unhappy about it?"

Boom!

A fist slammed directly into the Scholar Saint's face as Tang Sanzang roared, "Happy your ass!"