"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me which faction is behind you and ordered you to do this!"
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"Otherwise, I'll make you taste every torture under heaven—unable to live, unable to die."
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The fury of a Divine Sect Realm expert made the heavens and earth tremble.
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On the plain below, wild winds howled, sending sand and stones flying.
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Yang Lingtian let out a soft sigh. It seemed this battle was unavoidable after all.
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"Nothing to say." Yang Lingtian uttered four indifferent words.
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Those four words were like a fuse igniting a powder keg.
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"You're courting death!" Old Ancestor Sun flew into a rage, killing intent bursting from his eyes.
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He no longer wasted words. His withered palm suddenly rose and struck toward Yang Lingtian from afar.
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Boom! A gigantic handprint formed entirely from divine power instantly tore through the void.
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Carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, it pressed down toward Yang Lingtian's head.
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Wherever the handprint passed, space shattered inch by inch, revealing pitch-black nothingness.
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The terrifying energy fluctuations made even the middle-aged man at the Late Saint God Realm feel his heart pound with fear.
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Although Old Ancestor Sun had not used his full strength in this palm strike, the might of the Divine Sect Realm contained within it was enough to easily kill any Late Saint God Realm expert.
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Even a Saint God Realm Peak expert who took this attack head-on would inevitably suffer severe injuries and be left on the brink of death.
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He seemed to have already seen Yang Lingtian being blasted into a mist of blood by that palm.
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Yet at the instant that world-shrouding handprint was about to descend, a figure moved. Yang Dingtian took