Su Hongtu had no interest in Xiang Qing's words, nor any desire to reminisce. He snorted coldly and said,
"Hmph, Xiang Qing, stop putting on a hypocritical act before me. You have opposed me time and again. Though you overestimated yourself, you still caused me no small amount of trouble. Today, I will send you to the Western Paradise right here."
With that, the arm formed by the evil weapon suddenly changed, transforming into a serrated war blade. Savage and grotesque, it bared its malice as its cold edge flashed, hacking viciously toward where Xiang Qing stood.
The blade's momentum was fierce and tyrannical, like venom spewed by an ancient poisonous dragon. Its force was even more vigorous and immense, and a blade radiance dozens of zhang long, condensed like frosty brilliance, suddenly appeared.
The terrifying blade radiance cleaved down from the heavens. Its ribbon-like glow directly illuminated the dark valley, scattering the dense black mist and stirring up surging waves of air.
Everything tangible and intangible in its path was reduced to powder. It even split apart more than half the rocky mountain where Xiang Qing and the others stood. A thunderous boom deafened the ears, clouds of dust drifted across the sky, and violent tremors rolled through the land as though a mountain god had flown into a rage, making heaven and earth seem ready to collapse.
The power of this strike had far surpassed the limits an Innate Martial Artist could reach. Without question, it was power truly above the Innate realm.
It also contained a trace of the Worldly Power left behind after Su Hongtu had refined the mountains and waters of this place in advance.
If Meng Zhao did not use the Emperor Yu Battle Armor to resist such blade radiance, even with his own