(The two chapters had been combined.)
After fighting fiercely for a while, what else could they do when they were simply outmatched?
"Thank you for going easy on me." Lu Xiaotian's phantom laughed heartily. The phantom sent down by the Pot-Heaven Turtledove Emperor was no weakling.
If he had not cultivated for nearly ten thousand years in that strange space and greatly improved his cultivation, his descending phantom might truly have been unable to defeat the Pot-Heaven Turtledove Emperor.
Yet their battle had not reached its final stage. Although the other phantom could no longer stir up any great waves, its true body could still cause him some trouble by smashing the jar after breaking it.
Sure enough, the instant this thought arose in Lu Xiaotian's mind, a blade shadow from the depths of the void cleaved directly toward the Qianyuan Realm.
Boom! Meteors of all sizes exploded one after another. Lu Xiaotian's true body in the Demon Realm also struck back head-on. The void shook violently, forming spatial storms one after another.
Along the way, two realms far smaller than the Spirit Realm were caught in the aftermath. Countless living beings dwelled within them, and they were directly plunged into a ghastly wasteland by the terrifying impact, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.
Pff! Far away, in the Pot-Heaven Demon Hall, a robust figure suddenly spat blood.
"Emperor Turtledove!" The guards in the hall all changed color. After so many tens of thousands of years, this was the first time they had seen the Pot-Heaven Turtledove Emperor suffer such a grievous injury.
"Using the divine soul as a sword—what an Eastern Pill Saint!" the Pot-Heaven Turtledove Emperor grunted, his expression ugly.
"May I ask, Emperor Turtledove, is this the Eastern Pill Saint of the Immortal Realm?" asked Jiu Shangyang, a newly