He might even break the most absolute law that had existed since ancient times.
The law that all beneath Saints were mere ants.
After all, no matter how powerful a Saint was, they could not use the power of laws and soul power to attack at the same time.
That was tantamount to multitasking, and exceedingly difficult.
Moreover, the power of laws was profoundly mysterious to begin with.
One had to focus completely when wielding the power of laws.
Otherwise, once an error occurred,
there was a strong chance of suffering backlash.
The backlash of the Great Dao was no joke.
In an instant,
one's foundation could be damaged.
They could be reduced completely to an ordinary cultivator.
Even a Saint might directly fall from the Saint Realm because of it,
becoming a Quasi-Sage.
This was precisely why, during great battles,
even when Saints went all out at the brink of life and death,
when using the power of their laws,
they would never allow themselves to be distracted.
After all, compared with life and death, even if one escaped with one's life,
only to have one's cultivation fall to the Quasi-Sage level,
that would be utterly not worth the loss.
It would make those powerful beings who had struggled for countless epochs wish they were dead.
With a thunderous boom,
Gu Xi and the Six-Tailed Demon Fox both turned their gazes toward where Little Stone was.
The enormous ball of flesh formed by millions of demon beasts
had actually been blasted open.
A figure leaped fiercely out from within with a groan.
His hair hung wildly loose,
reaching his waist.
A gray mist constantly coiled around his body.
Gu Xi looked closely.
It was killing intent so dense that it had practically condensed into substance.
That killing intent was