Two mountain peaks, Sun Viewing Peak and Moon Viewing Peak, were lifted up, then slammed down with an awe-inspiring, domineering force. The earth shook, and the air and qi were compressed by that immense power, then gathered and surged, turning into waves of air that spread wildly in every direction. Sand and stones flew, fissures split the ground, and trees were flattened and snapped by the fierce wind.
And so, in the blink of an eye, ten thousand elite troops directly under the Demon Emperor turned into a river of blood.
Their bones became mud, their souls became dust!
Dead silence!
Nothing but dead silence!
Even Reward Good, Punish Evil, who had survived since the Third Kalpa, was horrified.
The ten Earth Immortal Demon Kings who had been fighting them were utterly aghast, their faces drained of color. Their fighting spirit was crushed beneath that mountain peak. They all abandoned their two opponents and retreated in unison, panic-stricken as they stared at the young Daoist standing at the highest point. His sleeves fluttered, his gaze was cool, and dust rose and fell around him.
Reward Good, Punish Evil stared wide-eyed at the figure standing atop the dragon's head, sleeves fluttering. At that tranquil gaze, that profile, the fierce aura of slaughter, memories seemed to surface from the past. When that face turned toward them, it seemed to merge with the sharp, cold countenance of the man in their memories. Reward Good, Punish Evil murmured instinctively, "The Northern Emperor..."
"Your Majesty...!"
But the waves of air gradually settled.
The one standing there, his body wreathed in a fierce aura of slaughter, was not the peerless god of slaughter from ancient times.
It was the young Daoist.
Qi WuHuo pressed a hand to the Dongyue Seal and looked at the Earth Immortals,