Chaotic light gathered in his palm, transforming into an equally enormous hand that met the attack head-on.
The two giant palms collided violently in the void.
There was no deafening boom.
Only an eerie sound of annihilation.
The Saint God's demonic palm began to crumble layer by layer from its fingertips the instant it touched the Chaos Giant Palm.
Its demonic energy was devoured in reverse by Chaos Power, while its laws of destruction were crushed by a higher level of primordial force.
Like a piece of wood thrown into a furnace, it did not even have room to struggle.
The Saint God's pupils contracted sharply.
It felt it.
This human's power possessed an innate suppression over its demonic energy.
It was not an elemental counter.
It was a crushing difference in level.
Like light dispersing darkness, like flame burning dry grass to ashes.
The destruction demonic energy it had always been proud of was as fragile as paper before this human.
The Saint God retreated abruptly, withdrawing its crumbling demonic palm at the same time.
It lowered its head and glanced at its palm.
The demonic energy in its palm had already been corroded into a deep pit by Chaos Power. Black demonic blood seeped from the wound, every drop so heavy that it crushed the void beneath its feet.
The Saint God's expression darkened completely.
It raised its head, its scarlet eyes fixed tightly on Xiao Qing.
"Human, who exactly are you?"
Xiao Qing withdrew the Chaos Giant Palm, his expression calm.
"A passing traveler."
He paused, his tone indifferent.
"And while I'm here, I've come to settle an old debt of the Great Thousand World."
The Saint God did not understand what "old debt" meant.
But it heard the killing intent in Xiao Qing's voice.
This human