Boom!
After a thunderous blast, heaven and earth lost their color. The golden Long Sword flew off to parts unknown, while Xuanyuan plummeted from the sky and crashed savagely into the depths of the earth.
No matter how strong a Grand Luo Golden Immortal was, they were still only a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. How could they possibly fight a Quasi-Saint across realms? In the entire Prehistoric Era, perhaps no one besides Xuan Qing could accomplish such a feat.
"Co-Lord!"
The Human Race members all turned pale, but with the Quasi-Saint's pressure bearing down on them, they could not stand no matter how hard they tried.
"The Human Emperor is rather too arrogant."
The Quasi-Saint muttered, extending a massive hand toward the crater. Xuanyuan was seized by the Quasi-Saint and held upright in his grasp.
"You dare lay hands on the Human Emperor? Fellow Daoist, you have quite the nerve!"
A gigantic Taotie maw suddenly flew in from afar and swallowed Xuanyuan in a single bite.
"Who goes there?!"
The Quasi-Saint was greatly alarmed, staring warily in the direction of the voice.
The Giant Mastiff strolled leisurely onto the battlefield with Xuanyuan and Kunwu on its back.
"Y-you are the one from Kunwu Mountain!"
Sensing the profound and terrifying aura around Kunwu, the Quasi-Saint could barely speak naturally.
"Hehe, you know this old Daoist? Interesting. Has Zhunti spread this old Daoist's identity so widely that everyone knows it?"
Kunwu examined the Quasi-Saint before him like a big bad wolf eyeing Little Red Riding Hood.
"N-no. This junior was merely fortunate enough to have seen you before, Senior!" the Quasi-Saint stammered.
"Wherever you came from, go back there. The Human Emperor is not someone you can touch. If this old Daoist had not intervened, you would likely have lost your life