A huge hand appeared before Lin Xi. Slender and pale, it radiated a deep evil. Its nails were nine inches long and sliced through space as easily as mud. An evil eye flickered in its palm, releasing the power of Samsara toward Lin Xi as a blast of force clawed at his head.
It moved with unimaginable speed. Under Su Xiuyi's grasp, even time seemed to slow.
"Die!" A cold smile touched Lin Xi's lips. In a trillionth of an instant, he struck with a deceptively light palm.
That single strike carried the force of trillions upon trillions of galloping horses, power enough to crush a planet in his hand. It bore down.
Before such power, every treasure, seal, and Dao art seemed laughable.
Su Xiuyi's attack was like a child's.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Xiuyi was thrown back. He spat a mouthful of blood, and his face turned deathly pale.
That one blow had left him with irreversible injuries.
"How is this possible?" Su Xiuyi kept coughing blood, disbelief filling his voice.
Lin Xi's strength and will had surpassed anything he imagined. He was no longer at the Cave Heaven Realm as he had been months ago. He had reached the same realm as Su Xiuyi: the Heavenly Position Realm.
And he was a terrifying Heavenly Position Realm cultivator.
They had exchanged one palm strike, and Su Xiuyi had nearly been shattered.
"Desolate God King, kill Ying Xiantian. Senior Human Emperor Brush, hold nothing back. We'll join forces and finish Su Xiuyi." Lin Xi's voice rang out.
Just as Ying Xiantian was about to act, the Desolate God King unleashed Gods' Creation. The God Race's peerless move pinned him down.
The Human Emperor Brush heard Lin Xi and nodded. Its tip began to move.
All they had to