Global Catastrophe: I Begin to Evolve from an Ancient Tree-Chapter 131: Seizing the Saint’s Supreme Treasure

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Seizing the Saint’s Supreme Treasure

"Boom!"

"Rumble!"

Trees collapsed, hills crumbled, the battle between Gu Fang and Zhuo Zhaoping had reached a fever pitch.

One possessed the Overlord Divine Body, while the other, though lacking a special constitution, had reached the peak of the Daoist stage, needing only a breakthrough to become a Sixth-Tier True Monarch.

Their fight was evenly matched and inextricable.

"Who on earth are you?"

Zhuo Zhaoping’s face was grim, his gaze towards Gu Fang filled with killing intent and an almost imperceptible hint of shock.

He thought that with his own strength, taking down the opponent would be easy, yet he hadn’t anticipated Gu Fang’s power to be so formidable. Even though he had reached the Daoist peak himself, he couldn’t suppress him.

In response.

Gu Fang said nothing, only increasing the intensity of his attacks.

"Boom—"

Another clash, and both retreated simultaneously.

It was at that moment Zhuo Zhaoping noticed that among the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land disciples who had followed him, four were dead or injured, leaving only one struggling to hold on, destined to fall sooner or later.

Seeing this.

Zhuo Zhaoping’s expression turned vicious. With a flip of his hand, a purple divine bow appeared, its entire body purple as if forged from thunder and exuding endless Dao Rhyme, giving off a strong sense of threat.

"Forcing me to use this treasure, even if you perish, you can be proud!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Zhaoping gathered his strength frantically onto the purple divine bow, as if awakening an ancient power, the air growing significantly more oppressive.

In the next breath.

Zhuo Zhaoping drew the purple divine bow with his bare hands, and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered crazily. An arrow’s phantom condensed in an instant.

At the moment the arrow’s phantom formed, Gu Fang’s whole body bristled, as if stared down by a terrifying existence.

Moreover,

all his escape routes were sealed by an unnamed energy, leaving him no way to evade.

"Die!"

Zhuo Zhaoping let out a vicious laugh, releasing the bowstring, the arrow’s phantom tearing through the void in an instant, as if piercing through time and space, speeding towards Gu Fang.

Like thunder!

Unstoppable!

Yet at this moment, an ancient mirror suddenly appeared, its intense light forming a solid barrier directly before Gu Fang.

As the arrow and light barrier collided, both were annihilated.

Witnessing this, Zhuo Zhaoping’s malicious grin froze, his gaze at the ancient mirror full of shock.

"Taichu Treasure Mirror!"

"You’re from the Taichu Sacred Land!"

With the Taichu Treasure Mirror in Zhang Ming’s hands, Zhuo Zhaoping’s expression immediately changed.

He didn’t expect someone from the Taichu Sacred Land to be involved in this battle.

There were too many cultivators on the Taichu Divine Ship back then, and Zhuo Zhaoping hadn’t paid much attention to a novice Daoist cultivator, merely giving him a glance and ignoring him.

Hence, upon first seeing Zhang Ming, Zhuo Zhaoping didn’t recall his identity.

Only when the Taichu Treasure Mirror appeared did he realize that the person before him was a disciple of the Taichu Sacred Land.

Moreover, with the Saint’s Supreme Treasure, the Taichu Treasure Mirror, he was clearly more than just an ordinary disciple, likely a candidate for the Saint Son.

At this time,

the last Daoist from Celestial Thunder Sacred Land fell at the scene.

Five people directly surrounded Zhuo Zhaoping, sealing all his retreat paths; the situation on the ground swiftly changed.

"Celestial Thunder Sacred Land and Taichu Sacred Land have always kept to their own. If you let me leave, I will not pursue this matter further!"

Zhuo Zhaoping’s face was somber, glancing at the group, finally resting his eyes on Zhang Ming.

In his view, this candidate for Saint Son from the Taichu Sacred Land was likely the decision-maker among them.

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Ming sneered coldly, "Zhuo the Saint Son isn’t a three-year-old child. How could I let a tiger return to the mountain? Today, we’ve already torn faces; why would I let you live?"

"Do you really want to tear face with the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land? If I die here, the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land won’t let this go!"

Zhuo Zhaoping shouted in both anger and fear, his threats full of hatred.

To this, Zhang Ming was dismissive, "Rest assured, the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land won’t know whose hands led to your death. Even if they did, what could they do?

Would the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land tear face with my Taichu Sacred Land over a fallen genius?"

These words brought Zhuo Zhaoping to silence.

Indeed!

Why would Celestial Thunder Sacred Land tear face with Taichu Sacred Land over a dead genius?

A fallen genius, what differs from an ordinary disciple?

Thinking this,

Zhuo Zhaoping made a ruthless face, pouring a mouthful of essence blood onto the purple divine bow, further urging the power of the Saint’s Supreme Treasure, hoping for a slim chance of survival.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ming and the others were prepared long ago.

"Be careful, this purple divine bow is a Saint’s Supreme Treasure. I’ll use the Taichu Treasure Mirror to block its attack, you all focus on killing him!"

With those words,

Zhang Ming also poured a mouthful of essence blood onto the Taichu Treasure Mirror, instantly activating the power of the Saint’s Supreme Treasure.

"Think it’s easy to kill me?"

Zhuo Zhaoping looked maniacal, as the purple divine bow condensed a terrifying arrow, aiming to slay Gu Fang and the others. But the Taichu Treasure Mirror burst forth with brilliant light, forming barriers to intercept the purple divine bow’s attack.

At the same time,

Gu Fang and the others launched their attacks.

Despite Zhuo Zhaoping’s formidable strength, facing the group’s assault left him no chance to retaliate, and he was soon cut down on the spot.

As Zhuo Zhaoping fell, the purple divine bow in his hand trembled, as if summoned by some force, trying to escape into the void.

But Zhang Ming had anticipated this, and the power of the Taichu Treasure Mirror erupted, forcibly suppressing the purple divine bow.

The two Supreme Treasures faced each other, like two strong beings in a contest; seeing this, Zhang Ming remained calm, first using his Treasure-Evaluating Eyes to inspect the purple divine bow.

Unfortunately.

The Fifth-Tier Treasure-Evaluating Eyes could only assess information on treasures of the fifth tier or below, and the Divine Thunder Bow exceeded this range, revealing nothing.

At this point,

the others’ gazes also rested on the Divine Thunder Bow.

The Divine Thunder Bow emitted an immensely powerful aura, currently contending with the Taichu Treasure Mirror.

"What should we do now?"

Chu Shan asked solemnly.

Zhang Ming replied, "While the Divine Thunder Bow is a Saint’s Supreme Treasure, Zhuo Zhaoping was certainly not its true master, merely borrowing it. The real master is another individual.

However, within the Saint’s Secret Realm, no matter how powerful the wielder of the Divine Thunder Bow might be, they could hardly sway the outcome. With the Taichu Treasure Mirror, we can join forces to suppress it."

Despite the might of a Saint’s Supreme Treasure, without its owner, it was only around the sixth tier.

With Zhang Ming and the others’ combined strength and the Taichu Treasure Mirror, suppressing the Divine Thunder Bow should not be difficult.