Battle at the Peak of the Emperor Realm—The dozen-plus Hall Masters and peak masters had only just come into contact with that power when their expressions changed in unison.
Their feet seemed to sink into a mire, and their entire bodies felt as if they were being rejected and squeezed by heaven and earth itself.
All their spiritual-power defenses seemed pale and powerless before that force.
Boom!
A muffled crash, even heavier than before, rang out.
More than a dozen figures flew backward uncontrollably like fallen leaves.
Some barely steadied themselves in midair, then staggered back after landing...
Others slammed straight to the ground, their auras withering...
With just one move, the combined momentum of more than a dozen Holy Land higher-ups collapsed like loose earth...
In an instant, the entire place fell deathly silent.
Only incredulous gasps remained!
Xuan Wuji's pupils abruptly constricted, and he could no longer maintain his composure.
Zixiao's strength far exceeded his expectations.
This was no simple middle-stage Emperor Realm. His true combat power had likely long since surpassed the late-stage Emperor Realm...
"Good!"
"Well done, Junior Brother Zixiao!"
He shouted angrily, and his figure suddenly vanished from the high platform. In the next moment, he had already appeared in the center of the square, facing Zixiao Zhenren from afar.
The terrifying pressure of the peak Emperor Realm was released without the slightest reservation, crushing toward Zixiao Zhenren like a tsunami.
Space groaned under the strain around him, and tiny black cracks shattered open one after another.
"I would like to personally experience just how far Junior Brother Zixiao's cultivation has advanced after so many years in seclusion!"
Before his words had even fallen, Xuan Wuji made his move with ferocious force.
He held two fingers together like a sword and pointed through the air.