Then I'll blast the people of your Apricot Realm to death too!
Sheng Xin actually threw caution to the wind, dead set on cutting off these suppliers of the Power of Reputation, severing Xu Xiaoshou's reserve energy stores.
For this, he would not hesitate to pay a certain price.
The demonic hand condensed and still pressed downward, pouring out all its strength in an attempt to crush everything to pieces.
As for Xu Xiaoshou, who had come charging in close, Sheng Xin seemed to have stopped caring entirely. He merely summoned a black tripod bell and blocked it horizontally in front of him.
"Substitute Tripod Bell!"
Facing Xu Xiaoshou, he chose defense.
Facing the common masses of the Apricot Realm, he chose attack.
Xu Xiaoshou, who could only choose one of the two, was bound to lose sight of one thing while attending to another under this dilemma. The time gap created in between was the opening Sheng Xin had been waiting for.
You were waiting for me?
Was I not also waiting for you?
"Die!"
Black clouds pressed down on the Apricot Realm. Before they had even touched the ground, they had already crushed the Heavenly Path and laws of the Apricot Realm from afar, blasting apart all the city barriers that tried to block a chariot with a mantis's arms.
Countless people in the city merely raised their heads to look at the great black-cloud hand, and were crushed by the heavy pressure, exploding into minced flesh.
Unfortunately, Sheng Xin had overestimated Xu Xiaoshou's compassion.
Or rather, he had underestimated Xu Xiaoshou's judgment of the battle situation—how could an Ancestor God who was wholeheartedly bent on cutting off another's grain and fodder truly fail to cut off part of that grain and fodder?
If Sheng Xin were truly