The golden holy halberd slowly faded away. However, it managed to block Yan Shisan's black sword light with an unparalleled aura. When all the mysterious phenomena vanished,
When all the mysterious phenomena vanished, Di Wuque said calmly, "Yan Shisan, your Killing Sword Dao has not reached Consummation yet. If you cannot overcome your mental state, it will be futile no matter how much trouble you cause."
Yan Shisan glanced at the white-haired girl in front and smiled speechlessly. "Di Wuque, you are really interesting. Why do you not dare to have a proper fight with me? You know that I never kill women, so you dare to be so fearless? "
A boundless light flickered in the depths of Di Wuque's eyes, giving off an unfathomable feeling. He raised his head and said, "Since I already know your weakness, why do I need to do this? We will fight sooner or later. However, now is not the time."
"Your Killing Sword Dao has not reached Consummation yet. Your compatibility with the Heavenly Ice Sword has only just begun. Ask yourself if you are confident of fighting me at full power."
The boundless light in Di Wuque's deep eyes seemed to be able to grasp everyone's hearts as he spoke.
Xiao Chen possessed unfathomable strength. Even though he had not made a move from the start to the end, everyone felt an unprecedented pressure.
The light on the girl in front of Yan Shisan flickered continuously. A pure and holy aura spread out.
A golden light flickered on Xiao Chen's forehead as the will of light spread out. Ripples appeared in the pool water under her feet.
The long divine halberd circled around her, ready to block Yan Shisan at any time.
Yan Shisan sheathed his sword and gently drifted away, returning to where he was earlier. Then, he sat cross-legged in the pool water and continued absorbing the essence of the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, ignoring everything else.
The other human cultivators could not help exchanging glances. Even Yan Shisan was told to retreat by Di Wuque. Did they still have a chance?
Of the three thousand great realms, the Deity Race controlled one thousand great realms, more than half of the other races. After the fall of the Qing Emperor, the Deity Race had developed to its peak once more in the past ten thousand years.
This was a strong race from the outer realm. Once again, they revealed their ambition. They had been suppressing the other races in the Kunlun Realm for a long time.
An Junxi and the others were not nobodies. They had long heard of Di Wuque's name. This peerless genius of the Divine Race was the strongest Divine Son in the history of the Thousand Deities Sect.
Among the younger generation of the God Race, he had unparalleled prestige. He was the well-deserved leader of the younger generation that everyone willingly submitted to.
Those thirteen Deity Clan warriors were all genius warriors of the Deity Clan, but in front of Di Wuque, they did not have the slightest bit of unwillingness.
Such a scene was rarely seen in the other races. Take the human race as an example. The three Holy Scions had very high prestige, but they were still far from being able to convince An Junxi, Shui Lingling, and the others wholeheartedly.
Now that Di Wuque wanted to chase them away, they really didn't know what to do.
Di Wuque glanced at them and said, "Still not leaving? Time is limited. Don't test my patience."
Bai Wuxue looked coldly at Di Wuque. Then, he clenched his teeth and was the first to leave. An Junxi shook his head and left helplessly as well.
Soon, aside from the Three Holy Masters and Yan Shisan, only Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling remained.
Shui Lingling waved her hand, and the purple bow appeared in her left hand. A fiery-red arrow that she had never used before appeared in her right hand, looking very beautiful.
Di Wuque's expression changed slightly. He said, "Shui Lingling, are you planning to oppose me?"
Shui Lingling smiled gently and said, "The Deity Race is very incredible. In the past few years, I have killed at least five hundred Deity Race cultivators, if not a thousand. I do not mind dying in blood again."
"Kill!"
Di Wuque said coldly and did not say anything else.
The thirteen Deity Race martialists took a step forward in unison. Their golden swords were unsheathed once again, and the huge Sword Qi reformed.
The resonant sagely song made the divine scripts on the huge sword Qi immortal and indestructible. As it shot forward, the scattered sword Qi split the lake water below in half.
Shui Lingling's face sank. She drew back the bowstring, and the will of fire started to soar. A clump of Profound Yang True Flame encased her entire body.
"First Senior Sister, let me do it!"
Xiao Chen, who had kept his eyes closed and gave off a faint glow, not willing to waste any time cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently.
When Xiao Chen saw the huge golden sword Qi flying over, he quickly circulated the Dragon Tone Art in his body. The Blue Dragon Martial Spirit in his dantian leaped out.
It quickly circulated in his chest and merged with Xiao Chen's Quintessence, forming an azure-colored dragon image that swam quickly in his chest.
A vast energy slowly accumulated. Xiao Chen felt like his chest would explode at any moment.
His sea of consciousness surged, and his Mental Energy drained continuously. Xiao Chen roared ferociously at the huge golden sword Qi flying over.
The surging dragon roar contained Xiao Chen's Mental Energy. It formed a whirlpool and immediately spread out. "Bang! Bang! Bang! "Sound waves surged out and soared up from the water, forming a screen of water.
The golden sword Qi was the first to be hit. The divine scripts formed by Mental Energy immediately shattered. "Hu chi!
Hu chi! "The huge sword Qi slowly dissipated. By the time it reached Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling, it had already vanished without a trace, no longer existing.
With one roar, the huge sword Qi that gave all the cultivators of the various races a headache was easily shattered.
The dragon roar still lingered in the air, giving the thirteen Deity Race cultivators a headache. They could not help but take a few steps back.
"Dragon Tone Art!"
The expressions of all the Deity Race cultivators changed. They all looked at Xiao Chen incredulously, horror in their eyes.
The Dragon Tone Art was a Martial Technique that the Qing Emperor personally created back then. It had dealt a heavy blow to the Deity Race. Even after ten thousand years, the Deity Race had not forgotten it.
It was because this Martial Technique had dealt a fatal blow to the Deity Race back then.
It could be said that this Martial Technique was the reason why the Deity Race at their peak did not dare to act rashly before the Dragon's Gate led by the Qing Emperor.
The usually calm Di Wuque's expression also sank. He said, "Kill him!"
Three of the thirteen Deity Race cultivators leaped out first. They roared ferociously, and boundless sagely songs resounded. Each of them executed a Distant Legend at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly and leaped into the air. A resonant sagely song rang out in the surroundings as well. However, this song was for Xiao Chen's own legend.
"Bang!"
The fist lights clashed, and the three collapsed on contact. They vomited a mouthful of blood as they were sent flying miserably by Xiao Chen's Distant Legend.
"How can this be? The Deity Race Martial Technique that he executed is actually even stronger than the Deity Race."
When the surrounding cultivators saw this scene, they were all startled, not knowing what was going on.
Di Wuque raised his eyebrows. This white-robed cultivator had surpassed his expectations again today.
Suddenly, Di Wuque, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up silently. His white hair fluttered without any wind, slowly turning golden.
A strong aura containing Divine Might spread out. The water below spun uncontrollably, forming a horrifying whirlpool.
Unexpectedly, Di Wuque decided to personally make a move. Everyone's expressions could not help but turn grave. In the past few years, Di Wuque rarely made a move.
However, every time he made a move, his opponent ended up in a miserable state without exception. Di Wuque's fame in the Kunlun Realm did not come from words alone.
In reality, this was a world where strength reigned supreme and geniuses came forth in large numbers. Without truly strong strength, who would take the initiative to withdraw with just a few words from Di Wuque?
"Rumble …!"
Just at this moment, the entire Kunlun Mountain started shaking intensely. Sounds even more intense than thunder resounded in the sky.
Space trembled, and the ground trembled. Cracks appeared in the ground.
The cultivators of the various races hovering in the air all landed heavily on the ground, unable to resist at all.
Clearly, such a mysterious phenomenon was not something that Di Wuque could do. Even grandmaster-level Martial Sages could not do so.
"What's going on?!"
Everyone could not understand what was going on. They all muttered to themselves in horror.
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat as he looked around. Indeed, the mysterious swordsman Duan Yi was nowhere to be found.
The tremors did not last long. However, the geniuses of the various races did not know how large the tremors were.
The Tianwu Domain, the Fiend Domain, the Ghost Domain, the Deity Domain, and the Corpse Domain — the entire Kunlun Continent — all shook at the same time. Ancient buildings collapsed, mountains crumbled, and rivers flowed.
The Chaotic Demonic Sea, thousands of kilometers away, had huge waves, tsunamis, and islands bobbed up and down.
After crossing the barrier of the sky, several stars in the boundless Starry Heavens left their original orbits and crashed into each other, giving off horrifying explosions in the universe and forming horrifying black holes.
In a short moment, the Kunlun Continent and the connected Starry Heavens suffered a huge disaster.
"Oh no! Someone touched the Rock of Origin!"
Halfway up the main peak of the Kunlun Realm, the five Martial Emperors outside the door of light all opened their eyes in extreme shock.
The green-robed old man from the Bushin Palace said, "It looks like the geniuses of the various races that just entered were infiltrated by spies."
"That's impossible, right? The Grand Engulfing Formation under the Deity Spring can even devour Emperor Wu into dust. Given the five of us, aside from the two Deity Race experts, none of the fifty people that just entered advanced to Martial Sage," the dark-skinned old man from the Ghost Race said in disbelief.
The white-haired Deity Race Emperor Wu said sullenly, "Although the Grand Engulfing Formation can swallow up everything in the world, there might be some mysterious item that can counter it. Let's open the seal again and go in to take a look."
The five Emperor Wu did not panic. Firstly, they were very confident in the Grand Engulfing Formation. They believed that the bold person had already been swallowed up until not even his flesh remained.
Secondly, this was the Kunlun Mountain, a place where experts were as common as clouds. They would not even fear a Demon Monarch. How could they fear someone who had not even advanced to Martial Sage?
The five took out their Holy Seals again and started to open the seal, layer by layer.
A man and a woman hid in a spatial tear in the sky for thousands of kilometers around the Kunlun Mountain. When they saw the five reopening the seal, they could not help smiling.
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