Wang Yi's invincible saber strike shook everyone, but Lu Yin hit him with a palm, sending him flying backward. He didn't stop until he was a thousand meters away. A palm print stood out clearly on his abdomen: the Void Palm.
Wang Yi's expression remained calm as he looked at Lu Yin. "Original Treasure Formation."
Lu Yin curled his five fingers. He had set up a Great Teleportation Formation around them, waiting for Wang Yi to attack. He had originally meant to use it to teleport Wang Yi away, but he hadn't expected him to resist the Original Treasure Formation's power simply by twisting his body—and still manage to complete his attack.
That was the Great Teleportation Formation, an Original Treasure Formation powerful enough to move even the Giant Emperor. Yet it couldn't move this man.
Still, thanks to the Great Teleportation Formation, Wang Yi's attack had been redirected.
A cool breeze swept across the summit of Supreme Mountain, carrying the scent of blood over everyone.
Lu Yin looked into the distance. He saw Qiu Shi clutching her abdomen, blood dripping between her fingers. He saw Wen Sansi's shattered barrier and pale face. And he saw Zhi Yi, split in two.
The mighty Dao Origin Three Heavens of the Sixth Continent had been cut in half by a single strike. Source Heaven Gang hadn't even managed to delay it for a moment.
In the western part of the Turbulent Realm, at the upper boundary, everyone from the Sixth Continent fell silent. They stared blankly at the screens, watching Zhi Yi cut in two as her blood slowly flowed into a small stream. Had one of the Dao Origin Three Heavens really died?
No one could believe it. Had the mighty Zhi Tian really died just like that?
In the distance,