"Bastard!" Old Ancestor Yunqing's roar exploded like the frozen ice of the Nine Netherworlds, his withered hands clenching fiercely in midair.
The five-colored mushroom cloud created by Zhao Ming's self-destruction was forcibly compressed.
Countless chains of laws extended from the void, binding the explosive force within a spherical space that continuously shrank.
That space ultimately became a speck of dust and vanished without a trace.
As the smoke dispersed, Xiyun stared at the empty center of the explosion with an ashen face.
Fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead. "Another self-destruction? Could he possibly regenerate without limit?"
The thought sent a chill through his heart. If the Xuantian Continent truly possessed such a secret art, the Spirit Realm would never know peace again.
Old Ancestor Yunqing's murky eyes glimmered with an eerie blue chill as his fingertips traced a profound seal in the void.
As the seal spun, his expression changed drastically. "There is something strange about this man. After self-destructing, he did not even leave behind a wisp of remnant soul."
The Third Elder staggered over, clutching his chest that had been injured by the shockwave. He said in a trembling voice, "Ancestor, this was the man who infiltrated the Spirit Realm last time. But when he infiltrated it before, he had clearly already self-destructed..."
"Fool!" Old Ancestor Yunqing flicked his sleeve, sending the Third Elder flying like a kite with a snapped string. He crashed through three hall pillars before stopping. "This is clearly some kind of high-level Doppelganger technique."
Xiyun's expression changed sharply upon hearing that. "Ancestor, are you saying this man was not the original body?"
"Someone from the Xuantian Continent actually possesses such an uncanny secret art!"
Old Ancestor Yunqing snorted coldly, killing intent flickering in his eyes. "Correct. This body was merely a puppet