Xia Xuan's gaze was sinister. Within that darkness lay an almost certain ruthlessness, like a gambler waiting for the dice cup to be lifted after staking every last chip.
Over the years, countless peak Tier 9 experts had died to this move of his. He had even slain experts at the perfected Tier 9 level.
The Heavenly King Immortal Seal was incomparably profound. Even if destroyed, it would immediately reform and continue attacking without end. Only by shattering every seal in a single stroke could this move be broken.
And that was clearly something he believed Lin Ming could never accomplish.
There were well over a hundred of those three-hundred-meter divine seals filling the sky. Destroying them all at the same instant required spiritual energy and methods far beyond the limits of a Tier 9 Supreme.
Thus, Lin Ming was certain to die.
Normally, Xia Xuan would not lightly employ such a move even against an ordinary perfected Tier 9 expert. But Lin Ming was far too strange, prompting him to slaughter a chicken with an ox-cleaving blade.
Near-apocalyptic fluctuations swept down, blanketing everything. The dark golden divine seals resembled a golden downpour, each raindrop weighing tens of thousands of tons, pressing the entire sky downward.
The ice beneath Lin Ming's feet trembled violently under that pressure. Cracks spread wildly like a spiderweb, and even the multicolored flame giant's body rippled with rings of fine fiery patterns beneath the overwhelming pressure.
Lin Ming's gaze sharpened slightly. He could sense what seemed to be an endlessly regenerating fluctuation within those divine seals.
Each divine seal contained a miniature Law. That Law was like an undying ember; even if an outside force shattered the seal, the ember would reform in the next instant, becoming a divine seal once more and continuing its