"Urgh!"
A searing pain tore through Emperor Taiyi's chest. A metallic sweetness rose in his throat, and he violently spat out a mouthful of crimson-gold blood essence from his Saint origin essence!
The Chaos Bell was utterly suppressed by the Taiji Diagram's yin and yang qi. Its spiritual radiance dimmed as it flew backward into his body.
Taiyi slid backward tens of thousands of miles, his feet plowing a vast, bottomless canyon through the earth!
His hair hung in disarray, his Golden Crow Emperor Robe was torn to shreds, and he panted heavily.
One move!
After just one head-on exchange, the Demon Clan's newly ascended Eastern Emperor Saint had suffered an utter defeat!
"Hiss-!!"
Countless sharp intakes of breath rang out across the Primordial Heaven and Earth.
In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe jolted in fright, his eyelids twitching wildly.
"That old bastard Taishang... he's actually become this powerful?!"
"Taiyi had the Chaos Bell in his hands, yet he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike?!"
The Yao Realm army fell utterly silent.
The Ten Great Demon Sages and countless demon kings stood frozen, the fervor in their eyes instantly replaced by fear.
They had thought that with Emperor Taiyi's ascension to Sainthood, the Demon Clan would unite the Primordial Wilderness under its rule.
Reality, however, had delivered a resounding slap to their faces!
Standing atop a mountain, Niu Ba slapped his thigh and roared with laughter.
"Good! Well struck!"
"Beautifully done, old Daoist! That feathered bird needs a good thrashing, or he'll never know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs!"
Niu Mu also let out a small breath of relief, her eyes filled with wonder at Taishang's cultivation.
Deep in the ruined crater, Emperor Taiyi struggled to his feet.
He wiped the golden