Though both were at the peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, the sheer pressure radiating from Uncle Hei's hand was utterly different from that in Hao Yunzhong's.
In Hao Yunzhong's hands, he had merely reached that realm, and his understanding of its power was still far from sufficient. Uncle Hei was different. He was a true powerhouse, and with the Kuishui Origin—or rather, with himself being the Kuishui Origin—the pressure he unleashed was several times greater than Hao Yunzhong's.
Not only Ye Tian, but even Zhou Xuanqing's expression changed slightly.
In terms of raw strength, the two of them were ultimately still no match for Uncle Hei as he was now.
Yet neither of them retreated in the slightest, nor was there any room for hesitation. At this point, only one side's death or complete submission could bring everything to a stop.
Setting Ye Tian aside for the moment, Zhou Xuanqing had, in order to leave this world, deliberately lured in the eleven factions and destroyed Hundred Flowers Sacred Ground, the greatest force under her command. She had then lain dormant for tens of thousands of years, living alone in a coffin beyond the starry void. Her strength had plummeted greatly. Even though she had now recovered to the late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, she had once truly stood at the peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm—not like Hao Yunzhong, who had been propped up there by another's resources.
How could someone with such loneliness and resentment possibly be the sort to resolve conflict and choose submission?
Unless Uncle Hei submitted instead.
And for Ye Tian, it was even simpler. Wherever he had come from, he would return there. Anyone who stood in his way had to be moved aside. No one could halt his steps.
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