Three-Tenths of His Strength, Flattening the Entire Ancient Immortal Powerhouse Gathering

Boom!

A golden palm imprint that blotted out the sky and covered the earth suddenly condensed in midair, radiating an awe-inspiring pressure that made hearts tremble and scalps tingle.

As Gu Jianhun pressed his hand down through the air, the golden palm imprint came crashing toward Shen Tianxing almost at the same instant.

This palm carried an invincible, majestic pressure.

This palm was wrapped in Thunderous Might, bearing the force to suppress the eight wastelands.

This palm was as swift as lightning and as fast as rolling thunder.

This palm seemed intent on smashing Shen Tianxing and the land beneath his feet into dust.

Seeing the incomparably violent golden palm imprint descend with the force of the sky itself collapsing, Shen Tianxing merely lifted his eyelids slightly, a disdainful sneer appearing on his face.

At the same time, golden light surged from his body, and an unmatched tyrannical aura shot into the heavens.

A thread of mysterious, ancient aura also began to spread between heaven and earth.

Not until the golden palm imprint had already covered the sky above him did Shen Tianxing casually flick out a sleeve.

Yet from that seemingly light and casual sweep of his sleeve, an unbelievable sight emerged.

A dark-gold streak of light flashed forth, cutting across the sky to meet the golden palm imprint.

The arrogant golden palm imprint that blotted out the sky was directly shredded, turning into specks of golden light that scattered between heaven and earth.

Shen Tianxing remained calm. His robes fluttered, his black hair danced in the wind, and his entire body was bathed in dazzling golden light, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful aura. Like a Heaven and Earth Master, he gave Gu Jianhun, who stood atop the dragon chariot, an indifferent glance.

"Gu Jianhun, Holy Lord of the Ancient