When Xuandu heard Hun Xiu's words, his face turned green. This brat had single-handedly sent all the disciples of Chanjiao and the Western Sect onto the Investiture of the Gods List.
And now—
This brat wanted to send him onto the Investiture of the Gods List too. He was utterly deranged.
Xuandu glared at Hun Xiu with an ashen face. "Xiao Yan, you must be dreaming."
"If you want to send me onto the Investiture of the Gods List, then show me what you're really capable of!"
"To send you onto the Investiture of the Gods List, do I need to use all my strength?"
"I don't think so."
"In my opinion, all it takes to send you onto the Investiture of the Gods List is a light slap." Hun Xiu did not take Xuandu's words to heart at all.
He raised his palm and slapped down at Xuandu once more.
Boom!
A massive palm imprint emerged from the heavens and crashed mercilessly down upon Xuandu.
The Western lands trembled once again.
Mount Sumeru, already reduced to ruins, sank even deeper.
Whoosh! The Taiji Diagram flew out from the sunken ground. With a beckoning gesture from Hun Xiu, it landed in his hand.
Boom! Hun Xiu sensed Xuandu's faint lingering aura below. Without hesitation, he swung the Taiji Diagram in his hand.
Boom!
That faint aura below was completely extinguished, and Xuandu's True Spirit joined the Investiture of the Gods List at that moment.
Watching Xuandu's True Spirit flee into the distance, Hun Xiu said blandly, "Is sending you onto the Investiture of the Gods List really that difficult?"
"One move is enough. If one move doesn't work, then two will. Do I need to show my real skills?"
"Not at all."
"You're not worth me using my real skills!"