The entire world had not stopped trembling.
Immortal Mountains, islands, Grotto-Heavens, Secret Realms.
Every sect, every Cultivator—every last reserve of power had been drained dry.
More and more Origin Power came from every direction, converging on Joaquin.
He stood where he was and slowly assumed a fighting stance.
"Hey, we're still talking this over. Don't do anything rash."
Xu Yuan waved to him.
Joaquin vanished from where he stood.
The next instant.
Xu Yuan's expression changed. He drew the Youhuang Sword and braced it against the Void.
It caught Joaquin's fist.
Terrifying cracks spread rapidly through space.
The force unleashed by their clash obliterated the boundless cloud cover and spread toward every corner of heaven and earth.
Golden light blazed from the Primordial Chaos Umbrella.
The immortals atop it each cast Mystic Arts and raised Barriers, containing the shockwaves from the clash.
"Why won't you listen? Does this have to be a fight to the death?"
Xu Yuan asked.
"I've seen countless races and civilizations rise and fall, and more betrayals and broken promises than I can count. You think a few words will make me stop?" Joaquin said without expression.
He suddenly leaped backward, turned, and punched toward the earth.
Xu Yuan's heart lurched.
If Earth took a full-strength blow from the Origin of Truth, Human Civilization would be utterly destroyed.
"Heaven-Stealing!"
Xu Yuan appeared directly in the path of the punch and blocked it with his Long Sword.
Layer upon layer of golden light rose from the Primordial Chaos Umbrella, became countless Runes in midair, then sank into Xu Yuan's body.
His power surged.
—The immortals had passed all their power to him.
That meant every immortal agreed with him and was now backing him in this battle with their actions.
Xu Yuan's eyes flickered. He suddenly understood