Xie Tian's voice wasn't loud.
It wasn't mixed with any other emotions other than doubt.
But at this moment, this not only became the loudest voice since the start of the battle …
From this loudest voice, all living beings could hear the power, arrogance, dominance, and contempt that Xie Tian had never shown before …
That was because Son of Millet, who wasn't injured at all in the battle, was punched by Xie Tian.
This punch wasn't very powerful. When it touched Son of Millet's cheek, it collapsed due to the terrifying counterforce …
However, the slight depression this fist left on his face had already been engraved in the eyes of all creatures, forever remaining in the eyes of all creatures.
This was something that no one could do.
Bing Yan and the other two couldn't do it.
Even the Demon Concubine couldn't do it.
Xie Tian did it.
How did he do it?
Under the amplified voice, all living beings were thinking about this question — even though they had witnessed the entire process, even though they knew what Xie Tian had done in the process.
But could he surpass the Demon Concubine's combat power and increase the combat power of Bing Yan and the other two to a level that could injure Son of Millet?
No matter how they tried to convince themselves, they couldn't accept this.
This was because Xie Tian and the Demonic Concubine, no matter how one looked at it, they could not be compared.
However, such a conclusion did not stop them on their journey of thinking.
How did he do it?
Enlightenment.
Using aura to control Dao.
Fighting Son of Millet.
In the end, Xie Tian controlled a Dao that didn't belong to him and punched Son of Millet.
Putting aside the fact that Xie Tian suddenly had the idea of using aura to control Dao …
Enlightenment was enough for all living beings to use all their intelligence to ponder and figure it out.
Did a Divine Palace Saint have the right to understand the Heaven's Equal Dao?
No.
But Xie Tian did.
Although the incident where Son of Millet was slapped proved that Xie Tian only understood thirty percent of the Heaven's Equal Dao, it was still terrifying enough.
However …
If all living beings could reluctantly accept that the Divine Palace Saint Evil Emperor's successor understood thirty percent of the Heaven's Equal Dao …
What about the battle just now?
In that battle, the successor of the Evil Emperor, who used Bing Yan and the other two to control Bing Yan and the other two's Dao of Slaughter, only had a thirty percent understanding of the Dao of Heaven's Equal?
Absolutely impossible.
Therefore …
"What kind of Saint is he? A Divinity Palace Saint?"
His train of thought leaped to another level.
At this level, the living beings were even more confused.
And the question that occupied the most important position was …
"A Divine Palace Saint who manipulates the Heaven's Equal Dao through his aura …"
This incident was the strongest and most indelible impression they had of Xie Tian.
When Xie Tian used this method to save Luo Su, they were shocked.
When Xie Tian used this method to fight fiercely with Son of Heaven Su for several hours, they were terrified.
When Xie Tian used this method to control Bing Yan and the other two's Dao of Slaughter and gave Emperor Millet a punch …
Shock and what not seemed to be enough to describe their feelings towards this.
Fortunately, at least they knew what kind of Divinity Palace Saint Xie Tian was —
Those who were able to comprehend the Way of Heaven's Equal and borrow the aura of the Mighty Equal of Heaven's Equal's clone to control the Way of Heaven's Equal and fight with another Mighty Equal of Heaven's Equal's clone. It seemed like they even won a small victory.
However …
"Is there … is there such a Divinity Palace Saint in this world …"
When all living beings were immersed in another question …
Emperor Millet was rubbing his cheek.
It was a little concave.
It was a little painful.
The two sensations corroborated each other, allowing him, whose thoughts were a little muddled, to confirm one thing — he was really injured.
And he was hurt by the person who would never hurt him.
How did he get hurt?
As he pondered, a path appeared in his muddled sea of consciousness.
A path that led to the answer.
Along the way, he saw the fist that was on the verge of collapsing hit his cheek …
He saw his six chains being forced to a distance of two meters in front of him …
He saw the Dao of Slaughter belonging to Bing Yan and the other two that was being manipulated in a dazzling manner yet was unusually harmonious …
He saw Xie Tian who was controlling the chains with smoke coming out of his head …
He saw the scene of Bing Yan and the other two standing behind Xie Tian and instinctively releasing the Dao of Slaughter …
Finally, he heard Xie Tian's words — You guys back off and let me do it.
Reversing these scenes, he saw the cause of his injury and the entire process.
And during this process …
"What, what am I doing …"
As his thoughts extended …
He saw himself lamenting and mourning …
Mourning the existence that was once so noble that it could not be any more noble. It fell to the point where it became so lowly, to the point where it had no self-awareness, to the point where it became hopeless but still clung to it …
Of course, according to what he mourned …
The person that he mourned finally fell to the point where it clung to him in despair and gave him a punch.
The depression had been restored.
The pain was still spreading and intensifying …
It spread all the way to the strange Emperor Millet's heart and finally turned into an intense pain that caused his face to distort.
He was punched by the person that he mourned …
This feeling could not be described with words.
Moreover, the person punched him when he was extremely certain that Xie Tian did not have the power to hurt him …
Finally, the person even asked him —
"Now, can you tell me what it means to be lowly?"
Such a simple and ordinary sentence seemed to have reversed the river of time and pushed the Emperor of Millet, who was in deep pain, back to the Primordial Era countless eras ago …
This was an era dominated by three prodigies, excluding the various great emperors.
Xie Tian was one of these three prodigies.
At this moment, the domineering, arrogant, noble, and invincible aura buried deep in the strange Emperor Millet's memory erupted like a volcano and pressed down on him.
Plop …
Emperor Millet knelt down.
Then he prostrated on the ground.
Then he trembled.
Then he let out an inexplicable whine.
Xie Tian, who was waiting for Emperor Millet's reply, suddenly understood. He threw down a sentence and retreated.
"Thank you, I understand."
The extremely bright white light in his eyes had already faded …
The demon concubine suppressed her excitement and was about to walk towards the battlefield when she heard Xie Tian's words …
"What did he understand …?"
In the next moment, she saw Emperor Millet lying on the ground. Her raised right foot could no longer land.
Because she also understood.
Although Emperor Millet did not use words to answer Xie Tian …
He was using the most perfect action to accurately explain what it meant to be lowly.
Was this lowly really brought about by Xie Tian's punch?
The demon concubine's thoughts gradually drifted to the vicinity of Emperor Millet. Then …
She also felt what Emperor Millet was enduring. Domineering, arrogant, noble, and invincible …
But she did not collapse.
Instead, she smiled.
She smiled and spoke to Xie Tian's back.
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