Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities-Chapter 782 - 0: Taoist Robe, Gourd versus Old Ancestor of Mount Lao_1

"We pay our respects to the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao."

Master Jing Yuan's face turned white as he bowed reverently from afar. He was, in fact, reminding Zhang Bin that the most terrifying master from Mount Lao had arrived and that he needed to think of a countermeasure quickly. It would be best to summon a titan of equal standing from the Taiqing Sect; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Get out of my sight. Otherwise, I'll kill you too," the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao sneered.

A horrifying wave of oppression rolled out like a raging tide.

"AHHH..."

All the disciples of the Daoyi Sect and the experts from the Special Action Team cried out in terror. They found themselves unable to control their bodies as they were flung into the sky, soaring for thousands of meters before crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get back up for a long time.

Even the powerful Master Jing Yuan was no exception.

It was as if, to the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm—even one at the Nascent Soul Realm Peak—was as insignificant as an ant he could annihilate with a mere flick of his hand. He was far, far more powerful than those three Mount Lao Elders.

After all, he had cultivated to the Integration Realm Complete Perfection.

Zhang Bin and Chiang Xue stood shoulder to shoulder behind the Ancestral Master Statue, cold smiles on their faces. Li Taiqing stood behind them, his face filled with tension. He knew just how terrifying the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao was. For hundreds of years, he had known the Old Ancestor to be a fearsome titan, a figure not to be provoked.

He had never expected that his son-in-law, Zhang Bin, would provoke him this time. He had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation. His only hope now was that the Ancestral Master Statue could withstand the opponent's attack. Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Zhang Bin, you are impressive, truly impressive. You have a great deal of courage to have dared to kill two disciples of Mount Lao and to bind our three Great Elders. You are simply courting death!" The Old Ancestor of Mount Lao finally turned his indifferent, ruthless gaze toward Zhang Bin, his voice dripping with menace. "Now, I will give you two choices. First, you compensate Mount Lao for its losses, and then you commit suicide as an apology. Second, I will personally kill you, then annihilate your Taiqing Sect, sparing no one."

With his formidable strength, his threat to annihilate a sect was no empty boast, unless that sect had an existence on the same level as him. However, on Earth, beings at his level were extremely rare. Moreover, he knew of and recognized most of them. He was certain the Taiqing Sect had no such expert, which meant he could easily annihilate the sect and claim all its treasures for himself.

Now, with such a perfect excuse and opportunity, how could he not seize it?

"We're finished. This time we're truly finished. A terrifying war is about to erupt between the Taiqing Sect and Mount Lao. No one knows how many cultivators will die, or how many innocents will be caught in the crossfire," Master Jing Yuan muttered, a bleak look on his face.

If he had known that the Taiqing Sect had no powerful masters at all, not even any at the Nascent Soul Realm, he would not be thinking this way. The strengths of the two sides were simply incomparable.

However, Zhang Bin showed no fear. A deep, mocking sneer even appeared on his face as he laughed coldly, "You old fossil from Mount Lao, you might get your way throwing your weight around in front of other sects, but trying to do so in front of me, Zhang Bin, is a complete disgrace. If you have the guts, come and kill me."

Having said that, he and Chiang Xue lifted the Ancestral Master Statue and began to slowly back away. They were, of course, retreating into the city through its gate.

"Very well. Truly, very well. It seems you've chosen to resist to the bitter end. In that case, I have no choice but to begin a massacre. I will kill until the rivers run red with blood and the fields are littered with corpses!"

The Old Ancestor of Mount Lao's face turned ashen. In all his years of dominating the world, no one had ever dared to oppose him, let alone act so arrogantly in his presence. When he demanded someone commit suicide, none dared to disobey, lest he exterminate their entire sect.

It was precisely because of his heavy killing intent that he had been unable to cultivate to the Ascension Realm. Thus, for many years, he had been trying every method to have his descendants help him earn merit. The plan to seize the Taiqing Sect's merit this time had, of course, received his approval. It was an incredibly grand plan, and he firmly believed that if it succeeded, he could finally break through to the Ascension Realm.

Therefore, his desire to kill Zhang Bin and destroy the Taiqing Sect was not just about revenge; the main goal was still to seize their merit. Once the Taiqing Sect was destroyed, only their Mount Lao would be able to produce the medicine for the two terminal diseases. Merit would naturally and endlessly pour in.

An unusual Magical Treasure abruptly appeared in his hand. It looked like a large mountain covered with trees and strange rocks. On one of its precipitous peaks, two large, unrecognizable characters were carved: Mount Lao.

This was Mount Lao's sect-defining Magical Treasure, the Mount Lao Seal. It was a High-grade Magical Artifact from the Mount Lao civilization of 2.9 billion years ago and was far more powerful than the White Bone Peak.

"Go!" the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao sneered.

The Mount Lao Seal in his hand suddenly flew up. In the blink of an eye, it grew vast enough to blot out the sky, its dark mass casting a shadow over everything. A Heaven-Destroying, Earth-Extinguishing aura exploded forth. The sky and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light. A tide of killing intent rolled out, submerging the entire area.

"Ah! Run!"

The cultivators from the Daoyi Sect and the Special Action Team were scared to death. They scrambled to their feet and fled like lightning. If that mountain crashed down, it would absolutely smash them into a meat paste. Even escaping deep underground would be pointless. They knew the terrifying shockwaves would penetrate the soil and reach their bodies, undoubtedly crushing their bones and turning their organs into mush.

HUMMM...

The massive mountain suddenly emitted an incredibly brilliant light. It acted like a searchlight, blanketing Zhang Bin, the others, and the entire City of Gold in its glow. To their astonishment, they found themselves completely unable to move, clearly bound by some unknown law. The terrifying power of the Mount Lao Seal was enough to make one's heart pound with fear.

However, Zhang Bin was still not worried. The mocking look on his face only grew more intense, because he believed the Ancestral Master Statue would surely have a way to counterattack.

And indeed, it did.

The Taoist Robe on the Ancestral Master Statue suddenly soared into the sky, expanding in an instant to a size that blanketed the heavens, blocking the rays of light shining down from the Mount Lao Seal.

Moreover, the Gourd also shot upward, enlarging many times over. It emitted a force that seemed capable of devouring Heaven and Earth, focusing on the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, intending to suck him inside as well.

"'Law Manifesting Heaven and Earth! I stand between Heaven and Earth, a union of Heaven, Earth, and Man!'" the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao shouted frantically, his expression turning grave as his body shook.

He grew taller and taller, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant whose head touched the heavens and whose feet were planted on the earth. His feet sank deep into the ground, becoming one with the earth, while his head reached into the starry expanse, as if he had fused with the universe itself.

Yet, even so, the devouring force from the Gourd was so immense that it bent his colossal body like a bow. The terror of the Gourd was plain to see.