Without the obstruction of Taiyi Yanluo, the bamboo staff smashed down on Wen Zaidao's crown with the force of Mount Tai crushing an egg.
With a crisp "crack," Wen Zaidao's head exploded instantly, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.
However, at that moment, a beam of light suddenly flew out from Wen Zaidao's shattered skull, rushing towards Qingyang Temple like lightning.
Du Xuan was taken aback at first, then immediately realized what was going on. He quickly raised his palm and unleashed a palm lightning bolt, chasing after the spiritual light.
The lightning bolt streaked across the air with a dazzling light, accurately striking the spiritual light and triggering a deafening explosion.
The explosion was deafening, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. The ray of light twisted and deformed violently in the explosion, eventually returning to human form—yet another Wen Zaidao!
It turns out that this Wen Zaidao cultivated a supernatural power called "Dividing the Soul," which allowed him to sever a part of his primordial spirit and form an independent clone.
The human form that the wisp of spiritual light that had just escaped transformed into was another incarnation of his primordial spirit.
Wen Zaidao exerted all his strength and finally forced his way out of the area covered by the thunder.
He glared at Du Xuan with a face full of resentment, then pointed at him and muttered something under his breath.
Suddenly, a misty light appeared out of thin air, quickly transforming into a surging, turbulent river that swept towards Du Xuan amidst its rolling waves.
At the same time, he transformed his primordial spirit clone into a streak of light and fled rapidly into the distance.
Seeing the long river surging forward, Du Xuan quickly flicked his bamboo staff, releasing a crescent-shaped blade of energy.
The air blade flew out like lightning, heading straight for the surging, boundless river.
With a whoosh, the air blade collided violently with the long river, and the air blade transformed into a giant axe that instantly cleaved the towering waves, splashing countless water droplets.
However, when Du Xuan looked up again, he found that Wen Zaidao had already flown thousands of miles away.
He was startled and knew he was in trouble. But he didn't give up. Instead, he shouted, "Where do you think you're going!" and immediately gave chase.
Wen Zaidao transformed into a streak of light, rushing forward desperately in an attempt to escape Du Xuan's pursuit.
Du Xuan, holding a bamboo staff, followed closely behind without letting up.
Wen Zaidao chose to flee towards Junshan.
After a dozen or so breaths, Wen Zaidao finally flew over Qingyang Temple, and his mood relaxed a little.
He felt that as long as he could escape back to Qingyang Temple, with the protection of his teachers, no matter how powerful Du Xuan was, he would not be able to take his life.
But just as he was about to press the escape light to land, suddenly, a primordial divine light swept down from the sky and rushed towards him.
The Primordial Divine Light of the Primordial Chaos was vast and mighty, like a Milky Way stretching across the void, and caught up with Wen Zaidao in an instant.
As soon as he was enveloped in the divine light, Wen Zaidao felt as if he were sinking into a swamp, feeling incredibly heavy and unable to break free.
As the divine light continued to wash over him, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if he were melting into a vast ocean of divine light.
"You brat!"
"What audacity!"
Just then, a furious shout came from the temple below, followed by a terrifying aura rising from the temple.
The next instant, a bolt of lightning formed from the power of destruction shot into the sky and struck the divine light.
The lightning bolt shot up like a pillar from the sky, carrying boundless pressure and destructive power, and crashed fiercely into the purple aura.
The entire purple ocean suddenly trembled, and boundless divine light vibrated violently, as if a tsunami had been unleashed.
Wen Zaidao, who was trapped in the divine light and unable to escape, finally found an opportunity. Seeing the divine light scattering in all directions, he let out a long roar, leaped up, and instantly jumped out of the range of the Primordial Divine Light.
In the distance, the white ox watched everything unfolding before him and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
It thought to itself, "What a pity! This supernatural power was ultimately not used by my master himself."
"If it were the master himself who made the move, let alone that tiny primordial spirit, even a Primordial Saint would have been annihilated by the divine light long ago. How could he possibly escape?"
However, at this moment, fate seemed to have already arranged Wen Zaidao's fate.
He had just escaped from the divine light and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when Du Xuan unhesitatingly threw the purple bamboo staff in his hand.
The purple bamboo staff drew a beautiful arc in the air, flying swiftly like a shooting star towards the top of Wen Zaidao's head.
Wen Zaidao was still immersed in the joy of escaping the threat of death, completely unaware that danger was approaching.
In the blink of an eye, the purple bamboo staff had flown above his head, but he was completely unaware.
In the blink of an eye, with a crisp "snap," the seemingly ordinary purple bamboo staff fell from the sky and slammed heavily onto Wen Zaidao's head.
This strike may seem light, but it actually contains boundless power.
With that crisp sound, Wen Zaidao's primordial spirit clone instantly exploded, turning into countless strands of primordial energy that drifted away.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he vanished without a trace in front of everyone.
Thus, this arrogant genius ultimately fell at the hands of his destined enemy, Du Xuan.
After killing Wen Zaidao, Du Xuan suddenly felt relieved, as if a shackle had been broken in the dark, making his Dao heart lively and agile, as if he could achieve the Great Dao of Heavenly Immortal in the next second.
Meanwhile, Master Songtao in the Qingyang Temple below was furious upon seeing his beloved disciple perish.
It should be understood that Wen Zaidao is a man of destiny, not only his personal disciple and a candidate for the future leader of Qingyang Temple, but also the one who carries the hopes of Qingyang Temple in this calamity.
Now that he's been beaten to death like this, it seems unlikely that the entire Qingyang Temple will survive this calamity...
"You scoundrel! How dare you take my disciple's life! I, the abbot, will not forgive you!" Master Songtao's heart was filled with hatred, and his eyes blazed with fury.
"You brat! You truly deserve to die!"
Not only Master Songtao, but also all the elders of Qingyang Temple and the abbots of various branch temples were furious.
As a pillar of lightning blasted open the vast expanse of purple mist in the sky, Master Songtao slowly rose from the Taoist temple, carrying a whisk...
However, Du Xuan had already achieved his goal. After raising his hand to retrieve the Purple Bamboo Staff, he was unwilling to get entangled with the people of Qingyang Temple any longer. He simply shouted, "I'm off!" and then used his Mind Light Escape Technique to fly towards the Heavenly Divine Mountain.
Seeing this, Master Songtao was not about to let him escape so easily. He quickly threw out the whisk in his hand, aiming straight at Du Xuan...
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