High above the clouds.
The God of Wine had retreated a hundred meters away, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him. He panted heavily.
His clothes had been ripped to shreds. Blood flowed from his shoulders, down his arms, and dripped from his fingertips. He cut a sorry figure.
"Hah ….."
The God of Wine took another ragged breath. In just a hundred breaths of time, he'd exchanged more than a hundred blows with the two elders. He'd maintained a tough, aggressive stance this entire time, but judging from his current situation, it was clear that attacking by force didn't give him much of an advantage.
He had to attack by force.
As soon as the two Bai Family patriarchs appeared, the God of Wine sensed their powerful auras.
Enveloped in their auras, the God of Wine felt like he was facing off against primordial beasts, while he himself was a tiny skiff in the midst of a tempest. The two beasts stared down at him.
The fear in the depths of his heart made him tremble. Even though he was extremely drunk, he still didn't think that he could fight against one of these two people, let alone two people standing in front of him.
But he couldn't retreat! As a veteran of the battlefield, he knew better than anyone that advancing was his last resort to maintaining his mental defenses. If he retreated even a single step, his heart would be mercilessly invaded, and he'd be plunged into an abyss of terror. Even after a hundred years, or even a thousand years, he'd still be shrouded by their shadows.
。
Whether it was for his courageous dao heart, or for the sake of Ye Zichen and the others, who were in dire straits.
He had to face these two insurmountable mountains with the most resolute attitude.
Unfortunately, the Goddess of Luck wasn't on his side. Although he'd known he'd lose, he hadn't expected to lose so thoroughly.
He'd attacked with all his might, but he hadn't left a single mark on his opponents.
Not even a single drop of blood, a single drop of the God of Wine's blood.
Not even a drop!
He examined his body with his divine awareness. The meridians in his right arm had all been destroyed. The divine infant in his dantian was dispirited, no longer as nimble as it used to be. The wine gourd at his waist was empty. Before he'd started fighting, he'd already filled it to the brim.
He didn't have much divine power left, and his body was in tatters …..
He faced the two Bai Family patriarchs, who were still in peak condition. Furthermore, the God of Wine was sure that, despite his ferocious attacks, they hadn't used their true strength.
Follow him!
Rather than saying they were exchanging blows, it would be more accurate to say that they were toying with one another.
"I know you."
They understood the God of Wine's current situation even better than he did. They knew that the God of Wine was like a cat with its nails clipped. He no longer posed even the slightest threat, and all that was left of him was entertainment for all to enjoy.
If they wanted to take his life, it would be as easy as taking something out of their pocket.
There was no hurry to kill him. When they emerged from their seclusion, the outcome had already been decided. Those who came to the Bai Family to seek trouble could not escape death.
Now, they were more than happy to know more information that they cared more about.
"You were the first to follow that girl, Xuan Ji. You're also her direct descendant. Now that you've come to the Bai family to stir up trouble, does that mean Xuan Ji is no longer serving the God Emperor? Or, is it your own idea to come here? "
"That's not very likely. They are Xuan Ji's most loyal people," said another ancestor.
The two ancestors chuckled and said nothing more. They looked at the God of Wine. Although they already had some inkling of what was going on, they still wanted to hear it from the God of Wine's own mouth.
"Heh." The God of Wine laughed coldly. "This might be your last hope of survival. Cultivation is a heaven-defying process. It's not easy to reach your current realm. Besides, my questions won't affect your loyalty to Xuan Ji. If I wanted to, I could have gotten the information from the God Emperor himself. You're just revealing it to me in advance, "said the ancestor.
The Bai Ancestor spoke slowly.
Even now, the Bai Family had yet to receive a reply from the God Emperor, Zhou Wu.
However, the Bai Ancestor's thinking was different from Bai Haoran's. Bai Haoran had gone to ask because he was truly wary of the Profound Pavilion and didn't dare act rashly. The Bai Family's ancestor was simply curious and wanted to learn about it in advance.
"Then go ask the God Emperor!" The God of Wine grinned hideously.
Up in the clouds, the Bai Family's ancestor's expression didn't change. However, a cool breeze swept through the sky, dispersing the surrounding clouds. Then, he raised a hand.
"Then go."
If he knew, he knew. If he didn't, he wouldn't force the issue.
Suddenly, a heaven-shaking handprint appeared above the God of Wine's head and slammed down viciously.
The Divine Generals and Pu Jingwan, who were locked in combat with the Bai Family clansmen, sensed the danger descending upon them and hurriedly retreated.
Boom!
The handprint slammed into the ground, razing everything within five kilometers of the Bai Family's territory to the ground.
Turbulent waves of energy toppled the surrounding buildings, and all of the Bai Family clansmen within range of the handprint died horribly. Although the yao servants of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda had immediately retreated into the tower, some of the slower ones died to the handprint as well.
The yao servants of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda had suffered heavy losses. Excluding those who had returned to the tower, there were less than a thousand yao servants left outside.
The survivors stared at the flattened Bai Family's territory with lingering fear. Just this one attack alone was enough to fill the Divine Generals with a profound sense of helplessness.
Pu Jingwan, who had come from the First Era to the Third Era, felt such pressure for the first time.
She'd been born relatively late. By the time she was born, the Outside's power structure had already transcended. She'd only heard about it from some of the older generation. In the Primordial Era, when gods, yao, and demons ruled the world, there were innumerable experts.
She'd never understood what kind of experts those seniors referred to. At the time, she was already an outstanding talent in the Outside. She'd once wondered how strong the people of the Primordial Era could be, but how much stronger could they be?
That was, until she followed Ye Zichen to the God Realm of the Third Era, and met Xuan Ji …. Xuan Ji was the first person she couldn't see through. She quietly committed her to memory, until she saw Bai Haoyu again and sensed the handprint's power.
No matter who they were, she knew she was no match for them.
"Is this the Primordial Era those seniors spoke of?"
Pu Jingwan gnashed her teeth and clenched her fists. Her path in the Outside had been smooth sailing. She was a proud daughter of heaven. No matter who she faced, she'd never felt so powerless.
She glared up at the sky, but at that moment, the Divine Generals of the Profound Pavilion shouted urgently.
"Boss!"
The Divine Generals were stunned by the handprint's power, but when they probed the area with their divine senses, they saw the First Divine General, the God of Wine, his pupils dilating. His body was charred black.
The Divine Generals rushed toward the God of Wine, their eyes bloodshot. Along the way, the Bai Family clansmen surrounded them.
"Scram!"
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