The surging heatwaves were like wild beasts tearing at the void, biting large holes in the dark space.
Yang Xuan laughed. "I was almost fooled by you."
In the next moment, the red flames also surged up to meet the attack.
The two flames collided in the void with a loud bang, emitting a violent force that tore a huge hole in the void.
The recoil was like a huge wave, pushing Yang Xuan back and making it difficult for him to take even half a step forward.
At this moment, a majestic voice descended from above.
"Fire Spirits of the Four Directions, heed my command and descend."
"Boom!"
A rain of fire appeared in the sky once again, falling down like a torrential rain, covering the entire world.
Yang Xuan raised his head and saw that the entire sky had been illuminated purple, as if it was covered with a layer of purple clouds.
A blazing feeling spread throughout his body, and Yang Xuan found that he actually felt like he was being roasted.
Mist appeared all over the sky, rolling up from the bottom. It was like a spring rain in reverse, blocking the rolling clouds that kept pressing down.
The Martial God's magnificent voice came from the clouds. "Yang Xuan, I know that your cultivation is exceedingly high, but compared to me, you are nothing."
"Is that so?" Yang Xuan's voice penetrated the clouds and went straight to the sky.
In the next moment, the fiery clouds that had been tumbling non-stop suddenly froze and dissipated in just a few seconds, revealing the dark void.
"The name of Profound Sage is indeed well-deserved," the Martial God's voice rumbled. Although he was praising Yang Xuan, there was no surprise in his tone.
"However, if you are only at this level, then I am very disappointed. Never mind, I don't have much time to waste. Die."
As soon as the word 'die' fell, the flames in the sky completely disappeared, and the Martial God's imposing figure stood there, his palm falling with a loud bang.
"Boom!"
Thousands of purple lightning bolts appeared in the void, transforming into a giant palm that directly pressed down.
In a trance, Yang Xuan seemed to see a bright moon descend from the sky and sink into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
After a short while, another sun rose from the west, but when it approached the center of the sky, it shattered with a loud bang, turning into a black stream of air.
However, this was not the end. Soon, stars began to fall from the sky. One after another, one after another, they dyed the black sky into a chaotic array of colors.
The so-called 'flowers from the heavens' was probably nothing more than this.
"Chi!"
At some point, Yang Xuan's sleeves turned into ashes, scattering everywhere.
The dark red blood turned into small red droplets that seeped out of Yang Xuan's body one after another, permeating the surroundings, forming a red stream.
"Die!" the Martial God's voice once again.
Without feeling any pain, Yang Xuan discovered that his blood had already flowed out of his body uncontrollably, forming a river in front of him that flowed in reverse from bottom to top.
Large amounts of spirit energy drifted away with his blood, and in a short time, a large amount of spirit energy had been carried away by the wind.
The casual expression on Yang Xuan's face finally disappeared, replaced by a grave expression.
The power exuded by the Martial God's palm had definitely surpassed the Saint-level. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for it to possess such immense power.
Taking in a deep breath, Yang Xuan's finger tapped at the void.
The two ultimate laws of life and death formed a delicate balance at the tip of his finger. It was like two worlds of black and white had collided with the giant palm.
The Life and Death Tribulation Finger, a fine line between life and death.
Boom!
When the finger and the giant palm connected, the entire world exploded.
This was not an adjective, nor was it an exaggeration. It really did explode.
The void world formed by the Martial God's power was completely unable to withstand such a vast power. It exploded from the inside, revealing the world outside.
Crack!
Yang Xuan's right index finger snapped, bending at a strange angle. Intense pain assaulted him.
However, Yang Xuan did not care about the pain in his finger at all, because he was already on fire.
Purple flames spurted out from every pore of his body, and at the same time, large amounts of blood flowed out, dyeing the void red.
Astonishing heat began to invade every part of his body, bringing destruction and violence into his meridians.
Spirit energy surged out wildly, resisting with all its might like an invading army.
A moment later, all the purple flames were expelled. Only then did Yang Xuan breathe a sigh of relief. His heart was already filled with endless shock.
The Martial God's power was actually close to the Dark God's to a certain extent.
"Not bad. Your cultivation is indeed not fake."
The Martial God stood silently in the void, looking at the large hole in his palm that was dripping with blood. His face was filled with shock, as if he could not believe that he had actually been injured.
Yang Xuan's expression changed. For the first time, the power of life and death did not manifest on his body. Instead, it had only shattered his palm.
The shocking information behind this caused him to feel a little apprehensive.
In other words, the rules of life and death were useless against the Martial God.
He Qinglian was still standing to the side in a daze, as if she had not sensed the situation of the battle between the two of them.
However, Yang Xuan believed that if the Martial God attacked again, He Qinglian, whose cultivation was at a lower level, would definitely be turned into dust immediately. She would not be able to survive.
"Master, according to my calculations, the opponent's power is above yours. If you don't have any hidden power, my advice to you is to leave." Black Armor sent out an ominous message at the right time.
Yang Xuan did not reply. In reality, he had already made his judgement on the situation.
However, the problem was that he could not leave.
Unknowingly, a familiar aura had already filled this part of the world. It was faintly discernible, illusory, and ethereal.
It was the aura of the Dark God Zi Yun.
How could Yang Xuan, who had already fought with this kind of power three times, not recognize it?
The Dark God must be hiding in some corner, waiting for an opportunity to give him a ruthless blow.
Yang Xuan was not surprised that the Dark God would make such a shameless sneak attack. To a God who had just given birth to her will, the rules of the world were not enough to restrain her.
As such, Yang Xuan did not dare to use his full strength in the battle with the Martial God. Instead, he held back 30% of his strength, paying attention to the movements around him.
The feeling of having a powerful enemy watching him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He straightened his finger, and the Wood Spiritual Energy started to work. Not long later, he recovered.
However, to his surprise, the Martial God's palm suddenly burst into flames, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few moments, it was as good as new.
It looked like he also had an extremely powerful recovery ability, not weaker than Yang Xuan in this aspect.
To Yang Xuan, this was another piece of bad news.
"Yang Xuan, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to hand over the four Jewels or not?"
The Martial God's entire body was covered in purple flames, as if he had turned into a flaming man, burning the entire world.
Yang Xuan laughed coldly, "If you want them, come and get them yourself."
"Alright, as you wish!" The Martial God's voice was like thunder, crashing down.
In the next instant, the world changed!
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