Too late.
That death-gray power spilled from Zhou Xuan's right arm, becoming a visible ripple that swept outward in every direction.
Emperor Jiang Wu had barely come within thirty feet when his protective gang qi shattered completely. He grunted, a wound splitting his chest deep enough to expose bone, and was hurled backward, slamming into the edge of the formation.
Old Ancestor Xuanming rapidly formed seals with both hands, drawing on the power of the earth veins to raise more than a dozen barriers before him.
The ripple swept past.
The barriers shattered one after another. Old Ancestor Xuanming retreated seven steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood with every step.
The Unity Continent's core formation hummed under a strain it could no longer bear.
Zhou Xuan's body stood motionless. Death-gray light had completely engulfed his right side. That power devoured his vitality like something gone mad, and tried to burrow through his meridians into his sea of consciousness to smash his Dao Fruit.
Inside the mental space.
The False Heavenly Dao watched Zhou Xuan, the red light in his eye sockets blazing.
"See? This is my value." The False Heavenly Dao spread his arms. "I can also activate the mark that hypocrite left on you. I can turn it into a knife that erases you, or a blade that tears open the Divine Lord's defenses."
The False Heavenly Dao pressed close to Zhou Xuan.
"Now, will you still refuse my deal?"
Zhou Xuan looked at his increasingly transparent divine sense body. The trouble afflicting his physical body outside had already begun dragging down his divine soul.
He tightened his grip on the three-colored saber.
Within his left eye, platinum-colored power of order began spinning madly.
Gray light tore open the Dharma Robe over Zhou Xuan's right arm. Death qi