Above Heavenly Emperor City, seven terrifying beings who had attained the Dao by unconventional means joined forces to press toward Xiao Yun.
Among them, Yang Taiji, whom Xiao Yun had intercepted, was the most enraged. He stared coldly at Xiao Yun, his words brimming with icy killing intent. "Junior, you think you can take on seven opponents alone? Hmph!"
The moment Yang Taiji finished speaking, he struck. A gigantic golden palm reached out toward Xiao Yun.
His expression was frigid, his body towering and burly, his arms powerful and forceful. His five fingers were like five sharp swords, while the lines on his palm resembled mountains and ravines, terrifying ultimate power brewing within.
Boom!
The enormous golden palm was like an ancient divine mountain, carrying boundless might as it suppressed Xiao Yun.
It was only a single palm, yet it blanketed the entire Heavenly Emperor City, as if it had grasped this stretch of heaven and earth in its hand.
Before that palm, Xiao Yun's body appeared incomparably tiny, like an ant that could be suppressed with ease.
"Die!"
Yang Taiji shouted. Terrifying ultimate imperial might spread from his huge palm as his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was driven to its limit. The golden hand descended like Mount Tai bearing down from above.
He had not underestimated Xiao Yun. From the very first strike, he had gone all out.
This attack contained all his strength.
Yet just as the enormous palm came down, a terrifying power surged skyward from below.
Rip!
Xiao Yun swung his Chaos Fist, directly tearing through the giant hand and punching straight through it.
Yang Taiji immediately spat out blood. His enormous palm had been pierced by Xiao Yun's fist, and terrifying chaotic currents swept forth like countless peerless divine swords shooting toward him, wounding even