The one who made the move was a powerful expert at the third stage of the Great Dao, with an domineering aura and a fiery, song-like presence. He immediately grabbed at Ling Xiao with a palm strike.
"There really are people who aren't afraid of death."
Ling Xiao sneered, casually raising his hand to point out the direction, an unremarkable gesture, like a celestial being pointing the way, done at will.
However, the moment that finger touched the palm, the world changed color, and a terrifying, overwhelming burst of magical power erupted.
With a single finger, the opponent's entire arm was crippled, half of his body was blasted apart, and blood splattered into the void.
"Ah!"
The man looked at Ling Xiao with a pained and terrified expression, all his arrogance gone.
"You... how can you be so strong?"
He asked incredulously, while all his companions watched in shock, never expecting the man to lose so easily.
"It seems you don't know yet."
Ling Xiao sneered, judging from the other party's appearance that he was completely unaware that he was no longer the same person he used to be, and that he had undergone earth-shattering changes since his Zhan Tianyan.
"What do you know?" Changsheng Wuji asked with a solemn expression, sensing that they had missed something and overlooked important information.
Upon receiving the summons from the Ancestor of War, they immediately rushed to the Mythic Battlefield to search for Ling Xiao.
In this short period of time, they were in a great hurry and worked diligently, without even having a sip of water.
What exactly happened?
Ling Xiao's strength clearly exceeded expectations; it was unnaturally strong!
"What a bunch of idiots! They dare to come here to their deaths without knowing anything about their opponents?"
Ling Xiao's eyes were icy cold as he looked indifferently at everyone and slowly spoke.
"Just recently, I personally slew the Blood Moon Demon God. It seems you haven't received this news yet, otherwise why would you send so few people to their deaths?"
Upon hearing this, Changsheng Wuji and the others were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed drastically.
"The Blood Moon Demon God from the True Demon Palace? A cultivator at the fifth level of the Great Dao Great Dao, killed by you?"
"How is this possible!"
"No, no, no!"
Instantly, everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.
Changsheng Wuji panicked; a look of alarm flashed across his usually composed face.
His intuition told him that Ling Xiao was not lying.
This guy's strength is clearly off; he's much stronger than the rumors suggest.
The news had already spread to the outside world, but during this time, Changsheng Wuji and his group happened to arrive at the Mythic Battlefield.
I missed the opportunity to receive this message.
"It's a pity I know this too late now. I'll be more careful next time I'm born."
Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, and just as his opponent was in shock, he suddenly made his move.
In an instant, Changsheng Wuji and the others felt darkness suddenly above their heads, and terrifying magical power and will appeared in the sky, as if the end of Qiankun world had arrived.
A palm with five pillar-like fingers, covering the sky and expanding continuously, suppressed them so that they could not even react before their bodies were immobilized, the giant hand landing on their heads.
A series of loud explosions followed.
With a crackling sound, everyone's heads exploded, and then many souls flew out, their consciousnesses trying to escape. Ling Xiao snorted coldly, opened his mouth, and spat them all away, obliterating them.
At this point, only one person remained standing. Changsheng Wuji, covered in blood, looked around in terror.
He was fine when he arrived, but now he's all alone.
"How many people came this time, or is it just this group?"
Ling Xiao's voice rang out, pulling him back to reality.
"The Thousand Autumn Realm is full of talented people, and of course, there are others even stronger than us."
Changsheng Wuji's honest reply carried a hint of defiance in his words.
"Oh... so many talented people!" Ling Xiao nodded gently.
"You're not going to kill me?" Changsheng Wuji asked in confusion. Why did Ling Xiao kill everyone else but spare him?
"I need you to go back and deliver a message." Ling Xiao looked at him with a cold smile.
"What message should I convey?" Changsheng Wuji was stunned. Such a good thing?
Just as Ling Xiao was about to answer, a sudden tremor shook the void and the earth where they were.
What followed was an extremely vast will and an extremely evil aura, which spread out and enveloped the area in an instant, and was rapidly spreading into the distance.
It's as if a peerless giant, an unparalleled genius, has awakened.
"What's going on?"
Ling Xiao, Uncle Boya, Golden Horn Dao Lord, the Snow Heaven Clan members, and Changsheng Wuji all looked on with surprise and doubt.
Under this aura, they sensed a supreme evil intent, which was extremely terrifying.
"Holy crap! Is that the aura of Dark Lord?"
"No! It doesn't look like it!"
Just as everyone was astonished, a painting and a projection suddenly appeared in the depths of the void, like a mirage, situated in the endless depths of space.
This is a pitch-black land, shrouded in mist, from which countless black, dark rivers flow, each carrying evil energy, capable of polluting an entire civilized universe.
Deep within this land, where evil energy soars, stands a palace formed from a gigantic skull.
This skull is so enormous, it's like a universe, easily capable of covering a vast world.
"What a huge skull! What is this thing?" Golden Horn Dao Lord was horrified, having never seen such a sinister object before.
"Holy crap! Could this be the burial place of the Evil Emperor?" Uncle Boya stared in shock at the projection in the sky, his smile gradually turning into a grotesque expression.
"Evil Emperor? What Evil Emperor?" Golden Horn Dao Lord asked, puzzled.
"The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor, do you know the Great Sun of the True Realm? It is said that it was formed from one of his eyes." Uncle Boya became more and more excited as he spoke, and eventually he couldn't control himself anymore.
"An opportunity! This is a tremendous opportunity!"
"Holy crap! The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor? That ruthless figure who's said to be able to challenge even a Realm Lord?" Golden Horn Dao Lord King's face was full of shock.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao roughly understood something. This was the remains of an unparalleled expert, even one far surpassing the power of the Chaos-Hole Ancestral Dragon.
You could tell from Uncle Boya's expression.
This guy was so excited his lips were trembling; I'd never seen him like that before.
Ling Xiao withdrew his gaze from the projection and looked at Changsheng Wuji in the distance, speaking calmly.
"Changsheng Wuji, go back and tell your companions not to waste time, come and kill me together."
Remember, tell everyone, leave no one behind, everyone come together, I'll be waiting for you at the ruins of the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor."
These words jolted the shocked Changsheng Wuji back to his senses, and he quickly and respectfully replied.
"I will certainly deliver it!"
A startling light gleamed in his lowered eyes.
"The ruins of the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor have appeared! An incredible opportunity!"
"Now we can kill and steal at the same time!"
Ling Xiao waved his hand and said, "Get out of here now. Remember, leave no one alive. Call them all over here so I don't have to deal with them one by one."
Yes! I promise I'll bring it!
Changsheng Wuji shouted loudly, then turned and left, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.