"A mere Sixth Tribulation dares act so wildly?" Senluo Heavenly Venerable, the expert from the Myriad Immortals Alliance, looked disdainful. "A cultivator like you can be destroyed with a flip of my palm."
"Wood's Myriad Manifestations... Senluo Divine Palm!"
Even as he hurled those harsh words, he launched a brazen sneak attack.
Countless wooden stakes erupted from the ground, transforming into the shape of a Flower-Plucking Buddha Hand. Wrapped in Yi Wood Divine Thunder and spatial silver light, they were not only extremely fast, but also possessed terrifying killing power and controlling force.
It was no exaggeration to say that this move only seemed ordinary in scale because they were on the Myriad Races Battlefield.
This place had been the site of constant warfare for years. Space had shattered again and again, then been reinforced by countless True Immortal Experts, along with the permanent effects of some special secret healing art, resulting in space with an extremely tenacious resilience.
If this had been outside, any single Buddha Hand could have shattered an entire world. The mighty power of a peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivator had long since transcended the imagination of ordinary cultivators—that was a level only the pinnacle of the human path could possess.
Though Wang Yu's true body seemed to kill indiscriminately with ease, in reality, duels between normal peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivators made it very difficult to determine life and death. Over time, these people had come to feel that they would not die in a contest between those of the same realm, and so they were not so cautious anymore.
Their skill at running their mouths had been honed, each one fiercer than the last.
However.
Wang Yu's Yin Body was different as well. A full moon rose behind him, and milky-white moon radiance bloomed, transforming into