World-Sinking Soil Sealed the White Bones, the Man Between Dao Reached the Ultimate Limit

"Bei Huai..."

"Let me, Xu Xiaoshou, see..."

"Just how much the current Holy Emperor weighs..."

That arrogant voice rang out long and clear, echoing through more than half of the Qilin Realm.

Countless spirit cultivators who had been watching the battle at Gongyang Mountain from afar while trembling beneath the Netherworld Domain raised their heads in shock at the sound, their faces filled with astonishment. "Bei Huai?"

"Bei Huai of the Ten Seat Holders?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Xu Xiaoshou, the new Seven Sword Immortal—the Master Shou of Saint Slave?"

The undisguised contempt and arrogance in those words, coupled with that white-boned giant towering high enough to overlook the heavens, drove the impact to the absolute limit.

What was more, Xu Xiaoshou had revealed another piece of information with that cry: "Bei Huai, Holy Emperor!"

"That Qilin? It has Holy Emperor-level combat strength? It's Bei Huai?"

"This battle is not merely a battle of Half-Saints—it is even a battle of Holy Emperors?"

The people of the Qilin Realm were completely dumbfounded.

But that was not the most important part. The important part was...

Xu Xiaoshou had only just slain the Half-Saint Rao Yaoyao at Cloud Ridge, and the world had still been questioning whether he had borrowed all sorts of other powers from Sky City, whether he himself was actually still lacking...

Yet after barely more than a month, he was no longer satisfied with that.

He had challenged a Holy Emperor!

He had even crossed eras to challenge Bei Huai! "This..."

"How could that be possible?"

"Was this truly not the ravings of a madman?"

That arrogant declaration, resounding throughout the Qilin Realm, also reached the Four Symbols Secret Realm, which had torn open a hole in the heavens.

If ninety-nine percent of the spirit cultivators outside still could not grasp