At this moment, the battle between the dozens of Saints was getting more and more intense. It was as if they were fighting with all their might.
They were giving it their all, causing the universe to crumble and the ground to crack. Space-time cracks appeared everywhere.
Fortunately, this was the Eternal Light Realm, which was once the abode of the gods. It was extremely sturdy. Even if the Saints were fighting, they would not be able to damage much of the Eternal Light Realm.
If they were in the outside world, a Great Thousand World would probably be destroyed by these Saints.
However, at this moment, a figure appeared in the sky above these Saints. It was Xia Ping.
"Who is it?!"
Many of the Saints of the Middle Ages were taken aback. Their hearts were pounding with fear because Xia Ping's appearance was truly soundless and did not cause any fluctuations in space-time.
Moreover, their divine senses could not detect Xia Ping's existence at all. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.
For a moment, they were so scared that they stopped fighting.
Bloodline Divine Ability — Infernal Golden Crow Claw!
In an instant, Xia Ping had no intention of talking to these Saints. He immediately attacked and attacked them with his claw.
Boom!
After advancing to the Ancient Middle Realm and comprehending the Law of Time, Xia Ping's strength was so tyrannical that it made people's hair stand on end. With his claw, the flow of time within a radius of 10,000 light-years slowed down. Space-time was distorted.
Vaguely, a dark golden claw appeared in the depths of the void. It was so huge that it seemed to be able to easily crush a planet.
On the surface of the dark golden claw, dense dark golden runes appeared. The entire claw seemed to be condensed from the rich origin of fire energy, emitting an unparalleled destructive aura.
It was as if the entire space-time stopped when this claw appeared. Countless space-time images appeared, as if an epic history was presented, filled with vicissitudes and ancientness.
"How is this possible?!"
"Where did this guy come from?"
"What's going on?!"
These Saints were scared half to death. They had never felt such a tyrannical space-time force before. It was as if this claw was attacking them, and all of their auras were locked down.
Not only was their aura locked down, but time and space had also been frozen. They were like bugs under this giant claw, with nowhere to escape.
Even though they tried to use their space-time domain to break free from the Law of Time, it was useless. Their strength was as weak as a baby, and they could not resist at all.
Dong!
With just a single strike, the bodies of these Saints were shattered. It was as if they had been crushed into meat paste by a powerful space-time force. They could not even hold on for a second.
"I'm too strong now."
Xia Ping could feel a tyrannical power gushing out from the depths of his body. He discovered that his every move could affect the flow of time and space.
As the claw slashed out, the power of time and space revolved around one another, tearing apart each other. Ordinary Undying Sages would most likely be killed instantly by this claw, their souls destroyed.
"Hmm? He didn't die? "
Xia Ping raised his eyebrows. He realized that the Saints from the Middle Ages who had been struck by his claws were not dead yet. However, they were still Saints at the peak of the Middle Ages Realm who had comprehended the Space-Time Domain. Their vitality was extremely strong, and they were not easy to kill.
Even so, those who were struck by his claws were still severely injured. Some of the Saints from the Middle Ages who had fragile bodies even fell into a state of near death, their breaths hanging by a thread.
"You, what kind of dragon are you?"
The Saints from the Middle Ages Realm who had been killed by his claws were shocked. They did not expect that they would be killed like babies with just a single strike.
The other party was only a Saint from the Dragon Clan in the early Middle Ages Realm, but he was able to unleash such a terrifying space-time force. It was simply beyond their imagination.
"You can call me Wu Wudi."
With a loud bang, Xia Ping reached out with his hand and captured all the Saints from the Middle Ancient Era. Even the Saints from the Phoenix Race fell into his hands.
These Saints from the Middle Ages were not a match for him when they were at their peak, let alone now that they had been severely injured by his claws. They could not resist his power at all.
In just a breath's time, these severely injured Saints fell into his hands. He performed the Six Daos Sealing Technique to seal the power in their bodies and directly imprisoned them in the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The Zhurong Grass naturally fell into his hands.
"The Zhurong Grass. This is the legendary Zhurong Grass. It's unbelievable."
The green bull next to him could not help but exclaim in excitement.
Xia Ping also fixed his gaze on the Zhurong Grass in his hands. On the surface, it looked like a 30-centimeter-tall grass, but its entire body was made of red lava. It emitted a scorching heat that was at least 100 million degrees Celsius.
Ordinary life forms would be instantly burned to death by the Zhurong Grass if they came close.
Vaguely, the Zhurong Grass emitted a high and mighty Divinity. It seemed like this Divinity was the reason it was superior to other Sage medicines.
Even the most inexperienced person could sense the rich Fire Source Energy contained in the Zhurong Grass when they saw it. It was simply more powerful than all the Fire Sage medicines that Xia Ping had seen before.
"This is unbelievable."
Looking at the Zhurong Herb in his hand, Xia Ping could feel the Golden Crow of Hell bloodline in his body boiling. It was as if every single Golden Crow of Hell cell in his body was surging with the desire to devour it, as if it wanted to immediately take all the energy in this sacred herb for itself.
Even with his strong willpower, he almost could not suppress this emotion. This was simply the purest instinct of a Golden Crow of Hell.
One could imagine how much Xia Ping desired the Zhurong Grass.
"Hmm?!"
All of a sudden, a strong sense of danger came from deep within Xia Ping's body, as well as an instinctive warning from deep within his bloodline.
"Brat, hand over the Zhurong Grass in your hands."
In an instant, a huge dark hand slapped down from thousands of light-years away. It seemed to freeze the space-time within thousands of light-years, producing a terrifying space-time force that suppressed everything.
A mighty force that shook space-time was born at this moment, destroying everything.
It seemed like even the Saints of the Middle Ages would be easily slapped to death by this palm, unable to withstand it.
"Oh no, it's the ancient Saint."
The green bull's expression turned grave.
His previous master, the Mountain River Saint, was an ancient Saint. He was a powerful existence that surpassed the Middle Age Saints. He had comprehended the Law of Creation.
He was almost like a god, a powerhouse that was far beyond the imagination of the Middle Age Saints.
Although Xia Ping had advanced to the early Middle Age Stage, he still felt a great sense of danger when he faced the ancient Saint's attack. It was as if he had a premonition of death at any time.
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