Wang Jixuan merely raised a hand and pointed, and an elderly Spiritual Practitioner's Divine Soul was annihilated.
Then, the smoke technique he unleashed caused every Spiritual Practitioner to lose their target, unable to form an effective offensive.
At this moment, the Spiritual Practitioners suddenly found the feeling strangely familiar.
They had used psionic energy to casually crush those of the Technology Civilization;
just as this Great Pioneer was now using methods utterly beyond their comprehension to destroy them with the same ease.
They did not even have time to flee.
Four Wang Jixuans condensed from the smoke at once, one real and three fake, all striking with a palm toward targets marked by red light overhead.
The four instantly activated the Psionic Energy Circuits throughout their bodies, trying to withstand Wang Jixuan's assault;
but three of them had prepared for nothing, as the phantoms that flashed before them exploded directly.
The old man Wang Jixuan had chosen widened his eyes, shock filling them as he watched the Psionic Energy Circuits around him shatter one after another and felt his Core Circuit tremble violently.
Only that palm remained in his eyes.
That palm seemed soft and powerless, yet also incomparably fierce. Along with the Palm Shadow came an endless, boundless artistic conception.
A hazy veil clouded the old man's eyes.
He seemed to see countless illusions: mountain springs tinkling, streams murmuring, rivers surging, and scorching waves rolling endlessly.
He completely abandoned resistance, not knowing how to resist. As tranquil as when he had been in the womb, he allowed Wang Jixuan's palm to press against his aged body.
Wang Jixuan gently pushed, as though sending the old man to sleep. That palm did not leave a single mark on him, merely pushing him several meters away.
The next instant, the old