Swordlight blazed without bound, and Fist Seals held the world in check.
The six unleashed every last scrap of their power, holding nothing back.
Even before an Ancestor's strike landed, merely facing it brought boundless terror, as though it would freeze a person's True Spirit.
But Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and the others would never give up. Their Supreme Immortal Emperor power surged, and their blood only burned hotter.
Battle had never been something they feared!
Rumble!
The world split apart as if Heaven and Earth were being cleaved open. The Myriad Worlds were swept up in it, and all Space-Time was shaken.
Six streaks of light shot across the void: Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and the others.
Together, they held off the Ancestor's strike. It had not killed them.
But the price was beyond words. Their Origins were damaged, and their injuries were far worse than those they had suffered slaying the Four Emperors.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor at the Third Stage would be gravely wounded by a single Immortal Emperor strike. The gulf between an Immortal Emperor and Sacrificial Dao was no smaller.
And none of the Weird Ancestors were ordinary Sacrificial Dao cultivators.
They had all survived since the most ancient Years without ever dying. Every one of them had reached profound heights within the Sacrificial Dao Realm!
Their progress might have been slow, and reaching the absolute peak might have been difficult, but after endless Years, they could hardly have remained rooted to the spot.
The Ancestor withdrew his finger and looked at the six, faintly surprised that they had withstood his strike.
No wonder we hold these juniors in such esteem, he thought.
But it did not matter.
They had withstood one strike. Could they withstand more?
The next would take their lives!
That was