Dao Qiongchang was not Xu Xiaoshou's trump card. He never had been.
The reason he dared provoke the Cold Palace Saint Emperor at this moment, even wildly calling him "Brother Palace Cold," was entirely because Ba Zunan had not left.
Ever since this fellow had stepped into the Central Region, he had sat calmly where he was, like an immovable Buddha that not even thunder could shake.
He looked as though he had been crippled.
Yet because of that one sentence—"I'm here"—Xu Xiaoshou felt that he must have something to rely on, some trump card.
Surely his trump card was not Xu Xiaoshou himself? Yet after clashing with the Saint Ancestor's Hand just now, though it seemed on the surface that he had won, Xu Xiaoshou had secretly felt out a little of the Cold Palace Saint Emperor's true nature.
He was somewhat startled.
What he had activated was nearly all the power within the Dragon Orb. With the Shatter-Jun Shield as his weapon, it would not have been strange for him to smash apart anything in this world.
That was the effect he wanted—under Old Dao's help, he had grown stronger! Yet the Cold Palace Saint Emperor's Saint Ancestor's Hand had merely been a casual strike.
Instead, Xu Xiaoshou saw something through it.
He finally understood why Ai Cangsheng had not fought, and why Dao Qiongchang had thought only of fleeing.
I can't beat him.
If he goes all out, I absolutely can't beat him.
The Ancestral Source Power contained in that Saint Ancestor's Hand was exceedingly pure, seemingly without even the slightest impurity. Its texture was so superb that Xu Xiaoshou recalled something he had not thought of in a long time.
Divine Remains!
He still remembered how, in the Relics of the Gods, Yue Gongli had once