Ling Xiao is Dead?

This palm swept forth with war qi, accompanied by the clash of golden weapons and iron steeds, the triumphant song of epic warfare. It contained an incomparably tyrannical Dao capable of influencing all heavens.

The owner of the palm was already obvious—it was none other than the Ancestor of War, who controlled warfare.

This strike came from the Thousand Autumn Realm, traversing endless time to seize the chance while Ling Xiao was within the Chaos Forbidden Zone and suppress him to death.

Because once he entered another place, it would no longer be possible to strike so recklessly.

The Ancestor of War's palm towered above the nine heavens as it pressed down. Its aura erupted, spanning the spacetime of the Celestial Sphere, immeasurably vast, like a heavenly pillar collapsing and shattering down below.

Ling Xiao's face was grave. In an instant, he calculated over a hundred million times, yet he still felt that before this giant palm, there was no option but to resist it head-on.

His aura had already been locked onto. If he tried to evade, there was absolutely no way he could leave before the giant palm descended.

"Such immense power... Even if it falls short of the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor, the difference cannot be great."

Feeling this power, Ling Xiao gained a clearer understanding of the Ancestor of War's cultivation.

The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor commanded eighteen strands of transcendent power. Clearly, the Ancestor of War also commanded more than ten strands of transcendent power.

At this moment, everyone discovered this terrifying palm. Everywhere, faces filled with horror stared into the void, their livers and gallbladders splitting with terror as they nearly went mad from fright.

"The Ancestor of War has acted! He intends to kill the murderer who slew his successor right here!"

"Terrifying!