One Move to Defeat the Enemy, Confronting the Eighth Divine Palace

The Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Maiden thought to herself as her exquisitely crafted jade-like hand gently stroked the restless little beast in her arms.

The Origin-Devouring Beast's big eyes rolled about, and for some reason, when it saw that unfamiliar figure on the arena, it felt an unexpected sense of closeness.

If not for its mistress's oppressive aura, it would have rushed over long ago to investigate.

"The Seventh Divine Palace has actually fallen this far. Looks like there's no suspense in this battle."

Xian Kelai looked down on Ling Xiao, his expression somewhat regretful, though inwardly he was secretly delighted. To run into an opponent like this right from the start—he was practically handing him the win.

"You're right. There's no suspense in this battle."

Ling Xiao's expression was calm. His dark face looked exceptionally resolute, as though carved by blade and chisel, its sharp contours clearly defined.

His eyes were deep and bright, as if they had fallen into a vast sea of stars.

"Get down!" Xian Kelai's gaze sharpened. He raised a hand and pointed, and a roaring river of immortal power surged forth like a Great Dao true dragon, crashing toward Ling Xiao.

This was the ultimate power of the immortal path. Boundless immortal light illuminated the heavens.

Faced with this earth-shaking strike, Ling Xiao remained calm throughout. He could sense that the other party's strength was slightly inferior to Shen Wuxu's.

The next moment, a vortex appeared in his palm, swallowing all the power of the Celestial Sphere in a flash. Then he struck out with his palm, crushing forward.

This was the Heaven Origin Strike, erupting with multiplied power in an instant and slamming into Xian Kelai. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

He flew uncontrollably into the