Slay, Devour

"Since Fellow Daoist chased me all the way here, let's settle our score as well!"

Before the thunderous voice had faded, Xu Yuan's figure vanished from the mountaintop. It was not Foundation Establishment flight, but an eerie disappearance almost akin to wood escape—as though he himself were part of these mountains and forests, dispersing and then gathering anew.

Ten li away, the palace-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator's pupils contracted sharply. He had not even seen how the other man had closed in. A few breaths later, a bone-chilling sense of danger had already enveloped his entire body!

Without a second thought, he frantically activated his protective true essence and retreated at top speed.

However, it was too late.

Xu Yuan appeared thirty feet before him. No wasted words, no probing attacks. Xu Yuan merely raised his right hand calmly. The life force of countless grasses and trees gathered in his palm, forming a colossal cudgel the size of a small mountain.

He swung it up and smashed it down!

With a boom, Le Quan's father, who had already transformed into ghostly mist, was struck head-on and sent crashing into the forest below.

After this friendly greeting.

"Buzz!"

The wood spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly turned berserk!

Centered on Xu Yuan, the space behind him warped and expanded, and the phantom of an unimaginably enormous ancient tree burst into view.

This tree pierced heaven and earth. Its trunk was like cast bronze, its leaves spread like drifting clouds, and its canopy blotted out the sky. The shadow it cast instantly shrouded a hundred-zhang radius!

This was no illusion. Similar to the evil ghost image manifested by that Hidden Moon Sect elder, this was a divine manifestation born from Xu Yuan's own Dao resonance with heaven and earth after using himself