"If you want to kill us, we'll have to see whether you Rain Race have the ability!"
Shi Jianzhu snorted coldly, his figure appearing directly outside the barrier as he struck out with a palm.
It was as though an entire world revolved within Shi Jianzhu's palm. At the Eighth-Order Creation Realm, the Source Point Space within one's body was already not much different from the Material Realm.
There were even many cultivators in the Ruin Realm who speculated that among the countless Lower Realm Planes in the void, some might have been transformed from the internal spaces of Eighth-Order Creation Realm experts.
To condense an entire plane into a single move—what tremendous power that was. To a Seventh-Order Sky Opening Realm cultivator, it was simply unimaginable.
Buzz!
Within the black mist, dark as an abyss, Gong Bopeng appeared, blocking Shi Jianzhu's attack.
The two collided, yet there was no heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sound. Rule crushed against Rule, and in the end, both vanished into nothingness.
"You will see with your own eyes as they fall one by one before you!" Gong Bopeng stared at Shi Jianzhu, his eyes filled with indifference.
"Then let this old man take a good look at what brilliant moves the Rain Race has!"
Shi Jianzhu flipped both hands, sending countless palm prints hurtling toward Gong Bopeng.
At the same time, within Xian City, more than twenty Eighth-Order Creation Realm experts flew out together, stopping the Rain Race's Eighth-Order experts.
The eight Tier 8 Races within the Profound Spirit Domain were all fairly close in strength. Thus, under normal circumstances, if the Rain Race fought the Xian Race, victory and defeat could not possibly be decided in a short time.
But now that the Rain Race dared to come out in full force and challenge the