Four ways to kill two ways, like killing chickens.

The digital saints focused their attention, while the great saints observed. However, they could not actually sense Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi's existence, they could only wait patiently.

Time passed and the sky gradually darkened until late evening.

Ripples appeared in the void, trembling again and again.

Wang Yangzi's tall figure staggered out, his expression horrified. Pointing ahead, he cried out with a trembling voice, "You...you actually know this move?"

Chen Xia's figure emerged, the sword light in his hand turned, and he smiled. "A narrow victory."

"Damn!" Wang Yangzi fiercely smashed his fist, his expression slightly exaggerated. He sighed, "I didn't expect that I would lose by just one move."

This was a statement, but the other saints thought it was a metaphor, and also believed that Wang Yangzi had lost by one move.

"Alright, alright." Wang Yangzi waved his hand and shook his head helplessly, "It's Wang's inferior skills, nothing more to say, I admit defeat!"

"You win." Chen Xia also pretended to cup his fists in return.

The two were still exchanging glances.

The surrounding saints seemed to have sensed something suspicious, but none of them were willing to speak up. Firstly, it would offend Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi, these two saints. Secondly, if they spoke up, they would have to fight Chen Xia themselves without any deep hatred, which was completely meaningless.

But not every saint thought this way.

There were dark clouds covering the sky, and a figure wearing a black cloak stood above the sky. His expression was gloomy, and his slender eyes looked at Wang Yangzi coldly. "Wang Yangzi, don't tell me you're treating everyone like fools with your actions?!"

"You think everyone can't see that you're putting on a show here as a clown, making people laugh?"

Wang Yangzi's eyes narrowed. "Wu Saint, it's just you who loves to mind other people's business. I should have beaten you to death last time, that was really my mistake."

"It's different now!" Wu Saint's voice grew louder, shouting angrily, "Six thousand years ago, you barely defeated me by a fluke, just because you dabbled a bit in the Way of the Sword. But now I'm also a Second Step Saint, I'm not afraid of you!"

"So what if you're a Second Step Saint? Let me wipe that smug look off your face. Come down if you dare to fight me. Today I must kill you!"

Wang Yangzi was not a good man either. He directly shouted at Wu Saint, raising his flying sword.

"Heh, I'm in no hurry to fight you yet. I'm questioning the person next to you, what gives you the right to put on a performance and then claim this person is stronger than you?"

"Why can't we? If you don't believe, come and fight him yourself." Wang Yangzi beckoned.

"Haha! That's exactly my intention!" Wu Saint let out a cold laugh. The pitch-black clouds above the sky grew even denser, and there seemed to be fine rain gathering behind the black clouds.

These were Wu Saint's two great Daos.

His own combat power was not much weaker than Wang Yangzi's. Moreover, he had held a grudge against Wang Yangzi for a long time. Naturally, he would not let Wang Yangzi have his way. He would certainly make things difficult to annoy Wang Yangzi however he could.

If he couldn't beat Wang Yangzi, how could he not beat this newly advanced saint Chen Xia?

Wang Yangzi was also a little worried. He transmitted his voice to Chen Xia, "This Wu Saint in the sky is also a Second Step Saint. He comprehends the Daos of Weather and Black Sun, quite a seasoned Second Step Saint, somewhat tricky to deal with."

"What were those Daos you told me you comprehend last time?"

Chen Xia recalled, "I think it was the Daos of Sword and Heavenly Dragon?"

Wang Yangzi nodded. "Then it should be fine. The Sword Dao specializes in fighting, and although I don't know much about the Heavenly Dragon Dao, it is also quite fierce. You should have no major issues defeating him, just try to avoid injury."

After a brief sound transmission exchange between the two, the fight was about to begin.

Wang Yangzi crossed his arms and sat to the side. Suddenly, he frowned, feeling something was not quite right.

The last time Chen Xia told him about comprehending two great Daos, it didn't seem to be these two. It was the Daos of Thunder and Time, if I remember correctly.

How did it change again?

What the hell, just how many Daos does this guy have?

The fight at the front was brewing. After all, Wu Saint was a veteran saint. He was confident and said to Chen Xia with a smile, "With your cultivation, entering the Saint Hall is naturally easy. If you want to blame someone, blame your good relations with Wang Yangzi. So today, you are destined to suffer some injuries before you can enter the Saint Hall. Consider it a lesson from your senior."

The clouds in the sky suddenly came pressing down, like dark clouds overwhelming a city, with great momentum.

Chen Xia's expression was indifferent, even somewhat lazy. He casually waved his hand and a half-length immortal sword was already in his palm. It gave a soft cry as solid sword intent condensed on it, but it was not revealed.

The entanglements and grudges between cultivators, he could resolve it all with one sword strike without any trouble.

Grayish white color slowly permeated, covering the heaven and earth. Unknowingly, it temporarily stopped time, with such powerful means that even the saints present were frozen.

Only the great saints could vaguely see, so their eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Judging only from now, the combination of the Sword Dao and Time Dao was simply unprecedented. I'm afraid no one before or after could match it.

With such a combination, if he became a great saint, how many in the world could oppose him?

If the Sword Dao walked the path of being half-invincible, then adding the Time Dao makes it truly invincible.

But it was not over yet.

Dense thunder covered Chen Xia's flying sword. Dark purple thunder on the sword body, growing purer and purer as it spread upwards until the sword tip was covered with a brilliance.

The Thunder Dao!

The great saint's eyes widened. Even after living for tens of thousands of years, he couldn't help but be shocked. It was the first time in his life that he saw a Third Step Saint, the legendary figure from the tales.

Time, Sword and Thunder.

Not just three Daos.

Chen Xia's expression was calm. He took a step forward, his blue shirt fluttering.

An enormous head stretched out from behind him, rising between heaven and earth. It looked like the guardian deity of the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, yet also one of the most terrifying Flood Dragon races in the world. Just its pressure could make most saints kneel down.

Thus, the fourth Dao took form.

It was also the first time Chen Xia had displayed his four great Daos.

The great saint stared blankly, already too shocked to be further shocked. While a Third Step Saint was a legendary figure, four Daos was simply unimaginable.

The Fourth Step Saint stood shoulder to shoulder with the First Step Great Saint.

This was common knowledge across all the heavens and worlds.

In other words, the person before him was actually on par with himself?

The great saint's mind grew chaotic. He still hadn't recovered from the shock of witnessing four Daos.

But Chen Xia had already struck out with his sword.

A simple, unadorned sword strike.

It just had a few too many Daos stacked on the sword.

The grayish white color became somewhat faded.

Wu Saint seemed to have reacted. His face still held a cold smile, preparing to properly teach Chen Xia a lesson.

The immortal sword arrived.

First it broke through the dark clouds, then extinguished the rainwater.

His two Daos were like a joke before it with no ability to resist.

Wu Saint stared blankly, his mind in chaos. He could only feel the torrential sword intent falling upon him.

Rip!

It sounded like silk being torn apart.

Yet it was not silk.

It was the entire sky being slashed open for three thousand miles. It lay there like a gorge between rivers, the lingering sword qi within churning like fish in a river.

Chen Xia flipped his palm and held the immortal sword by his side, point down.

At the very end of the three thousand mile gorge,

Wu Saint's face was pale, extremely terrified as he panted for breath. There was a huge bleeding wound on his chest. Vital blood flowed incessantly as his whole body's cultivation seemed about to collapse.

On this day, July 7th.

The Fourth Step slays the Second Step.

Like slaughtering a chicken.