How Could He Stop It?
The mutation in Vajra Immortal's body truly shocked Xu Xunyang. In particular, that intense, evil aura made even the lord of the Immortal Palace shudder with dread.
"Unthinkable—truly unthinkable. It actually made even me feel fear. What kind of power is this?"
Xu Xunyang thought to himself. How could such a thing be possible?
The essence of the aura of calamity and misfortune should have been the tribulation of the Divine Court's three realms.
Such tribulations were specifically capable of restraining everyone of this era.
Even immortals and gods would be affected. After all, tribulation was the web of karma; though all living beings might wish to flee, there was no escaping it.
Yet he was not an immortal god born in this era. He clearly should not have been affected, but at this very moment, even the lord of the Immortal Palace felt himself being fiercely suppressed.
At the same time, Vajra Immortal struck again. A wave of tremors erupted from his body, and in an instant, he vanished from the void.
"This is bad."
The moment those words left his mouth, he froze in midair. Then Vajra Immortal's body appeared at his side—formless and traceless, so fast that it was beyond belief. At the very instant he appeared, he seized Xu Xunyang's head and plucked it alive from his neck.
"Ah!"
An earth-shaking roar burst from Xu Xunyang's body, a spiritual fluctuation of both fury and terror.
Vajra Immortal had kept his sights fixed on Xu Xunyang, the lord of the Immortal Palace. The motion of removing his head was as easy as taking something from a bag.
"My head!!!"
His severed head roared as well.
An ordinary person whose head was removed would certainly die, but to a True Immortal expert, it