Taking advantage of Xuan Du and the Taiji Diagram in his hands being held back by the Nine Cauldrons, Di Xin reached out and swiped fiercely at Guang Chengzi and the others!
His hand, which had been no bigger than an ordinary person's, transformed in midair into something the size of a small mountain.
It closed around the crowd beneath the Taiji Diagram!
"Oh no!"
Xuan Du panicked. He couldn't spare a thought for his own defenses and threw out the Wind Fire Cushion.
The Wind Fire Cushion swelled in the wind, growing enormous!
It swept toward Di Xin's palm.
"Hahaha..."
Di Xin burst into laughter.
At that moment, he was exhilarated. Feeling himself command heaven and earth was far more intoxicating than ruling Great Shang!
"No wonder none of the Human Emperors of the past ever yearned for worldly power!"
"True freedom comes from one's own strength!"
Seeing the Wind Fire Cushion wrap toward his palm,
Di Xin laughed and punched it away!
That punch carried not only Di Xin's own strength, but also the power of this realm.
The next moment, Di Xin's huge palm had already brought Guang Chengzi and the others back!
Then the Nine Cauldrons stopped confronting the Taiji Diagram. With a thunderous rush, they flew up and settled around Di Xin, protecting him.
Only then did Xuan Du hurriedly put away the Taiji Diagram and the Wind Fire Cushion.
He hurried several steps forward and said anxiously to Di Xin:
"Great King!"
"Please, don't do anything foolish!"
Di Xin gave a scornful smile.
Foolish?
What did that even mean?
Letting the Twelve Golden Immortals go and releasing tigers back into the mountains, only for them to recover and return to attack him—that was foolish!
As for whether killing the Twelve Golden Immortals would enrage