"How could this be?!"
Kunpeng's wings snapped open, countless spatial Dao patterns lighting up across their black-gold feathers.
Two intersecting black blades, sharp enough to tear apart a Great Luo Dao body, slashed out, instantly ripping a crack across the starry sky that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles.
He did not continue toward the gourd vine. Instead, he prepared to cleave open this world directly.
Then Qing Xuan closed his five fingers.
The hundreds of millions of miles of starry sky Kunpeng had just crossed began collapsing layer by layer from the farthest reaches.
Stars reversed, and space curled back.
In but an instant, the distance that had seemed endless was compressed back before Qing Xuan's palm.
Kunpeng's enormous true form was dragged back along with it.
His wings beat frantically, raising spatial storms powerful enough to shred countless mountains, yet he remained unable to break free from those five slowly closing fingers.
Only when his right wing was caught in Qing Xuan's palm did true horror appear in Kunpeng's eyes for the first time.
"We are both Great Luo Divine Beings. How could this man be so powerful?!"
"Fellow Daoist, your speed is indeed swift, but your Dao arts are not refined enough." Qing Xuan tightened his fingers and pressed his wrist downward.
Boom!
The starry sky spanning hundreds of millions of miles, along with Kunpeng's enormous true form, plunged downward at once.
The black-gold giant roc was slapped out of that world by Qing Xuan's palm and crashed diagonally into the earth beyond the cliffs.
Several divine mountains along the way collapsed in succession, while his outspread wings plowed two bottomless ravines across the ground.
On the other side, Eastern King's gaze sharpened. The Pure Yang Sun had already crossed the starry sky, its brilliant divine