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Meanwhile.

Facing the combined divine ability of three powerful Seventh-Rank Dao Venerables, Li Zhōujūn's expression remained unchanged. As his azure robe fluttered, he raised a palm.

Terrifying power radiated from Li Zhōujūn's palm. As he pressed it forward, the void collapsed layer by layer in an instant.

Zhao Wushan's hundred-thousand mountains wreathed in Divine Light, Chen Zhihe's white whiskers flowing like a breached dam, and Lin Junwu's punch that shattered the sky were all blocked by Li Zhōujūn's single palm.

"How is that possible?!"

Zhao Wushan, Chen Zhihe, and Lin Junwu all changed expression.

As Great Emperor Jíwǔ's trusted and ferocious generals, Zhao Wushan and Chen Zhihe naturally stood among the very best of Seventh-Rank Dao Venerables.

Lin Junwu needed no explanation. He carried the bloodline of Great Emperor Jíwǔ, who stood at the pinnacle of the Dao Realm, and had personally been taught by him. His strength could easily crush the Two Emissaries of Wuji.

Yet the combined divine ability of these three formidable figures had actually been stopped by Li Zhōujūn's single palm!

"This kid is strange!" Lin Junwu looked at Li Zhōujūn again, no longer daring to underestimate him.

But he was not the least bit flustered. After all, his father was Great Emperor Jíwǔ. Across the Dao Realm, there might not even be five people who could kill him—and fewer still who dared.

Zhao Wushan and Chen Zhihe exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

With the Imperial Son still here, the two of them had joined forces with him and still failed to do anything to Azure Emperor. If they had fought Azure Emperor in the Jiang Family, they would likely have ended up in a terrible state!

Meanwhile.

Xu Xi'an rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Bro, you're actually this strong?"