Published: November 30, -0001
Buzz! Fu Qiankun's body radiated a pitch-black glow, with these halos swirling around him, layer upon layer, as if an endless mysterious door leading to the unknown depths. What kind of technique is this? The crowd was startled by the aura emanating from Fu Qiankun. That heavy, pitch-black mysterious door stood towering, containing endless majesty. It seemed as if the layers of void were twisted and folded within, unable to escape.
"Boom!" Fu Qiankun made his move; his pitch-black palm reached out from the mysterious door, as if transforming into countless forms, like a force sweeping out from ancient times, mastering the stars and distorting the universe.
"What kind of technique is this?" Shangguan Xi'er maintained a calm expression, but she couldn't help but feel astonished. Her fair and ethereal right hand gathered an overwhelming fist power, her slender fingers waving like clouds.
Boom, boom, boom, boom... The naked eye could see a layer of hazy light shimmering on Shangguan Xi'er's right hand, causing anyone who glanced at it to feel dizzy. This palm seemed ordinary yet was incredibly strong; the void before her was as fragile as paper under her palm's might, seemingly unable to resist her power.
Puff! The delicate palm collided with Fu Qiankun's pitch-black palm.
Boom! It sounded as if thunder exploded out of nowhere, an astonishing pressure swept through, and the entire hall erupted with explosive roars. Furthermore, this explosive power condensed within an extremely small range, compressed tenfold, a hundredfold, before suddenly bursting forth.
"Not good, retreat!" The Emperor of the Mirror Realm's brow twitched violently, expressing shock and anger, his figure retreating at an astonishing speed. Without him saying a word, others also felt the explosive power, and in their panic, they hurriedly formed genuine essence shields in front of themselves, trying their best to defend.
Boom! The explosion erupted, sending a group of people flying askew, each letting out muffled grunts, their faces pale, their minds shaken. Fu Qiankun endured the greatest impact; he let out a muffled groan and was blasted back over a hundred feet before he stabilized himself, his face as pale as paper, a trace of fresh blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth, a shocking sight. However, Shangguan Xi'er also finally retreated, taking three steps back in the void, her expression grave. Despite the earlier joint effort from so many, it hadn't forced her back, but now, Fu Qiankun alone had done so.
"Who are you? Dare to reveal your name? Sneaking around, what are you worth?" Shangguan Xi'er stared at Fu Qiankun. With Fu Qiankun's cultivation level, he was far from being just any loose cultivator in the continent. Such control over genuine essence and methods could only belong to the continent's top forces, capable of producing such a strong individual.
"Shangguan Xi'er, truly a name not to be underestimated. A mere common name, not worth mentioning." Fu Qiankun snorted coldly, but internally he felt unprecedented pressure. Shangguan Xi'er's strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Although he was still injured, Fu Qiankun felt that even at his peak, capturing Shangguan Xi'er would not be an easy task.
"Make your move!" Although Fu Qiankun hadn't overcome Shangguan Xi'er with one strike, forcing her back still gave everyone unprecedented confidence, and in their excitement, they all launched their attacks again.
"Die!" Long Batian had astonishing recovery abilities; his right hand was already almost fully healed. He reached out with a claw, and an overwhelming might swept down like a great mountain.
The Emperor of the Mirror Realm also made his move. Buzz, golden flames ignited, transforming into countless golden blades falling like rain.
Qiu Puchun's entire being radiated with the light of the bloodline, each gesture causing the profound power of the bloodline to surge, forming bloodline runes that danced like butterflies.
The leader of the Illusory Demon Sect also had a serious expression. Her palm radiated demonic light, her figure fluctuating and indistinct, making her impossible to track, ethereal and elusive.