"Die, mortal! Curse Script Demon Palm!"
The Curse-Slaying Demon Saint roared in fury and struck again. This time, it was truly enraged. No longer was it casually probing—it unleashed a thunderous killing blow, layering palm imprints throughout the air.
In an instant, hundreds upon thousands of enormous palm imprints appeared in midair. Each one was engraved with densely packed inscriptions, like the giant hand of heaven itself.
The power contained in every palm was enough to shatter planets and forge mountains and rivers.
Even through Xia Ping's divine sense, he could perceive tadpole-like runes writhing deep within each demon palm, exuding a sinister demonic aura saturated with destructive intent.
Any single rune falling down possessed the power to crush mountains and rivers.
As countless tadpole runes stacked together, they drove the power of destruction to its utmost extreme, as though commanding the origin power of the universe itself and becoming its sovereign, slaughtering all things.
"So powerful—is this an immortal-grade demon saint?"
Watching this scene from afar, Liu Rulan felt her heart quake. She had never seen an immortal-grade demon saint make a move, nor had she held any concept of just how powerful one could be.
Even when the Curse-Slaying Demon Saint had pursued her last time, she had only fled as fast as she could, without ever having the chance to face a demon saint head-on.
But now, she was witnessing an immortal-grade demon saint in action for real. It was indeed extraordinary. With one palm strike, the entire Azure Sea World would likely tremble.
This was a Saint that ran rampant across the universe, an existence akin to a nuclear weapon.
"Thousand-Hand Buddha!"
Xia Ping showed no fear. Another Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Manifestation emerged from his body—the Thousand-Hand Buddha. It immediately bloomed with boundless golden light, seemingly piercing