C873 Splitting Heaven and Earth
An old man who was only 90 years old and had never cultivated before had injured an Immortal King Great Leader with a single palm. What kind of concept was this?
Everyone felt their scalps go numb as they looked at Situ Xuan.
The most shocking thing was still the son of hope.
Situ Xuan looked at the child of hope and asked seriously, "Are you very strong?"
The son of hope felt a wave of shame. His father was a Sovereign, a Sovereign who stood guard in the middle of the world, a Sovereign whom not even the cultivators of the outside world dared to venture into. Ever since he was born in the Western Orthodoxy, he basically had no rivals in the same level. After becoming a heavyweight of the Immortal King, he was even more so the backbone of the Western Orthodoxy.
But now, he was being asked by a mortal face. Was he very strong?
How could he not be powerful?
In the Western Orthodoxy, other than the three Immortal Kings who were close to becoming Sovereigns, he was the strongest.
Candle, scourge, wick... Aside from the fact that they didn't have divine sparks, they were basically no different from Sovereigns.
The Child of Hope did not know how to answer him.
However, he didn't say anything as he couldn't pass through. He could only ask in a deep voice, "I'm not the strongest one. Although our two factions are different, I still want to ask you something — are you really only 90 years old? Are you really only 80 years old?"
Situ Xuan nodded his head, "Absolutely true."
The Hope's son looked at his dantian. The Time Wheel in his dantian was only less than a circle.
Hong Zheng was still trapped in the furnace. Situ Xuan looked at him for a moment and then lightly tapped the air with the walking stick in his hand. Instantly, the furnace exploded and Hong Zheng escaped from it.
Hong Zheng's gaze was fixed onto Situ Xuan as he suddenly recalled something and felt a surge of excitement.
Projections, this Situ Xuan was Meng Xuan's projection!
However, he didn't say it out loud. He only nodded at Situ Xuan in acknowledgement.
Situ Xuan had meditated on the Dao of Confucianism for 80 years, and had to spend tens of millions of years of his life to reach this level of cultivation. Hong Zheng knew that Situ Xuan did not have long to live. Situ Xuan was an extreme dao practitioner, the most extreme of them all.
A cold light exploded in the eyes of the sickly emperor. The poisonous fog around his body suddenly exploded, instantly transforming into billowing smoke that covered Situ Xuan like a tidal wave.
Situ Xuan coughed a few times, almost to the point of tears flowing down his face. However, his body was unharmed and he waved his hand. "It's too polluted."
As he waved his hand, the rolling mist instantly dispersed and the world returned to normal.
The Emperor's pupils contracted as he realized the difference between the two of them.
"All of you should withdraw first and return to the Western Orthodoxy." The battle in front of them had already surpassed the limits of their abilities.
Just as he finished speaking, Situ Xuan spoke, "No, I want to fight them. I am not as old as them, unless you admit defeat in this battle. "
The God of Darkness asked in a dark tone, "Why?"
Why?
Situ Xuan thought about it for a moment and really couldn't think of any reason. He had never fought with them before, so they were naturally unwilling to fight him …
Thus, he made his move.
The space under his feet rapidly shrank as he stepped out, lifting the walking stick in his hand.
He was so old that it was difficult even to lift his walking stick.
However, this lift seemed to lift the entire world. The tip of the cane was pointed at the middle of the Scion's forehead.
The child of hope roared, "Bullying a junior? What kind of cultivator are you?"
He spread out his hands, and a bottle of mountains and rivers appeared in them. He placed them in front of the Scion of Darkness to block this attack.
With a kacha sound, the bottle was broken into pieces. Then, the walking stick continued without stopping, piercing through the defenses of the Dark God son one after another, and nailed right between his eyebrows.
The body of the God of Darkness violently shook, and endless cracks began to appear all over his body. From these cracks, a dark substance began to emerge. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
"The two of us have never fought before. I have no right to say why …" But now, is it okay? " Situ Xuan's tone was extremely serious.
Is it okay now?
That was very arrogant. But when it came out of his mouth, it was filled with a natural feeling.
"What bullying of the younger generation, I am only 90 years old." The person in front of me can be my ancestor now. "I'm just a bit older in appearance. If it's in terms of actual age, I'm still a junior." Situ Xuan spoke again.
The cracks all over the body of the Scion of Darkness continued to grow larger and larger, until finally, he began to crack open. It was as if an ancient wall was being peeled off, and palm-sized pieces of debris flew off one after another. In the end, the void was filled with all sorts of black fragments.
It was the collapse of the Child of Darkness!
The Hope's son shockingly discovered that the Darkness God's primordial spirit had disappeared.
What kind of sacred art was Situ Xuan's attack? How could it even shatter the Primordial Spirit of the Darkness God Child?
The Hope's child rushed over once again, roaring towards the sky. The Heaven and Earth Appearance Mantra appeared. It was a massive deity that was over a million feet tall. Its entire body erupted with light that illuminated the Nine Layered Heavens. It held a purplish-gold divine spear in its hand.
He stood there, his entire body suffused with an endless grandmist. Behind him, there seemed to be an even bigger shadow appearing and disappearing at times, as if it was embracing him.
This was his father, the shadow of the Sovereign of Hope, a form of protection!
"Situ Xuan!" The son of hope's voice was like thunder, roaring through the void. The Western Orthodoxy, the Middle Lands were all trembling.
The Sovereign's son was naturally terrifyingly powerful. Every single move and every single stance was filled with a hint of the Dao.
He directly shot into the clouds, and before his eyes, there were many stars revolving. In his palm and fingers, there was a silvery white galaxy.
"What a huge person." Situ Xuan sighed in admiration, and then his face darkened, "Unfortunately, I can't change that much."
The child of hope swatted out a big hand, with endless mountains and rivers in the palm of his hand. The lines on his palms and fingers were all like rivers, lakes, and seas. They all contained layers after layers of the universe.
That large hand descended from the sky and charged straight at Situ Xuan.
Situ Xuan lifted his head and also raised his emaciated hand.
The palm of the child of hope had replaced the entire sky while Situ Xuan's palm was like a chicken's claw. The two were simply out of proportion.
From a distance, Situ Xuan felt as if he were a mantis trying to block a chariot. He seemed to be an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating his own abilities.
However, many of the Immortal King Stage powerhouses would retreat far away.
No one dared to underestimate Situ Xuan's strength.
One big and one small, the two palms collided.
Time had stopped, the galaxy had stopped moving, and everything had quieted down. Even the breathing of the crowd seemed to have disappeared as they quietly looked at the Star Domain.
In the next moment, the entire universe was flipped upside down!
Boom.1
Boom.
Boom.
Three earth-shattering explosions sounded in succession, and the universe was being opened up. In the Star Domain, one ball of light after another appeared and quickly expanded, becoming another dimension!
The world was being opened up!
But soon after, those dimensional worlds spontaneously exploded, turning into countless fragments of light and disappearing.
It was the world being destroyed.
Just a casual exchange between the two of them had created such a scene, shocking countless people!
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