Kunpeng's terrifying claw, which had seemed certain to hit its mark, suddenly froze less than three feet above Xuanqing's head.
Immediately afterward, under Kunpeng's horrified gaze, the divine ability formed from his origin demonic power and the laws of the Great Dao actually began to crumble inch by inch, like melting snow.
"No!"
Kunpeng let out a shrill, agonized scream.
Before he could react, a tremendous force slammed viciously into his chest.
"Pfft!"
Kunpeng felt as though all his internal organs had been shattered, and he violently spat out a mouthful of demon blood.
His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
With a thunderous boom, his body crashed into a mountain peak a hundred li away, directly smashing the ten-thousand-zhang-tall mountain to pieces!
Dijun, who was standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded.
He stood there blankly, his body stiff as cold sweat instantly soaked through his back.
Kunpeng...
Demon Master Kunpeng!
A Quasi-Saint powerhouse, and one of the Yao Clan's strongest fighters!
He had actually... actually been sent flying by Saint Nüwa with nothing more than a wave of her sleeve?
He had not even had the slightest chance to resist?
Was this what a Sage was?
Was this what it meant that beneath a Sage, everyone was an ant?
An unprecedented terror spread wildly from the depths of Dijun's heart.
He finally understood how laughable his previous jealousy and unwillingness had been.
Before absolute strength, all schemes and calculations were nothing but a joke.
In the valley, Xuanqing also let out a long breath of relief, feeling as though he had just walked through the gates of hell.
He looked fearfully at the ruins that had been leveled in the distance, then raised his head to look at Saint Nüwa, who was still floating in