The surging red light collided with the rolling purple qi, shaking the void.
Xuan's expression turned grave. He raised a hand and pressed down, and the red light seemed to be squeezed, caving inward beneath the pressure.
Though the Sword Ancestor was powerful, he hadn't come in person. This was merely a fraction of his sword's might, and it wasn't difficult to withstand.
What Xuan was wary of was that the moment the Sword Ancestor's sword appeared, the two Human Immortals in the Starry Sky would make their move.
Sure enough!
Just as he pressed down on the red light, an inexplicable air of compassion spread through the void.
"Pity my Human Race, beset by so many woes..."
A voice, at once sorrowful and sighing, drifted through the air. It was enough to fill any living being with compassion and bring tears to their eyes.
Even Xuan felt a trace of sorrow rise within him.
Beneath the red light, a colossal, Heaven-Supporting hand emerged and reached to seize him.
"Losers."
Xuan calmly uttered the word. At the same time, he cut away the sorrow in his heart and threw a punch.
Rumble!
The purple qi surged with his fist, and immeasurable stretches of time and space trembled beneath its force.
Compared to the Tyrant Sovereign's fist intent, this punch was less fierce and domineering, but far more profound.
Within it, it was as though the dawn of primordial chaos and the birth of the vast primordial expanse had taken shape. A flash of the light of Heaven and Earth, black and yellow, vanished in an instant, as countless minor worlds were born and extinguished.
The red light roiled, and the colossal hand hidden beneath it was shattered by the punch.
The figure was hunched, with white hair and cloudy eyes.