Chaos aura seethed across the Heavenly Abyss Battlefield.
Rumble!
Ye Tian moved. He used no flashy divine weapons, merely sweeping his hands to trace the trajectories of the Great Dao.
Behind him, endless purple qi surged like a celestial river bursting its banks, instantly drowning half the sky.
That purple qi was incomparably noble, bearing an auspicious majesty and dominance that compelled all living things to submit.
"That's... the Qilin Great Divine Ability of the Primordial Ten Fiends!"
Someone cried out, their voice trembling.
Within that rolling purple qi, a purple Qilin Phantom slowly emerged, towering like the Primordial Divine Mountain. Stars lay beneath its feet, the sun and moon crowned its head, and its scales bristled.
Every scale resembled a purple heavenly shield, inscribed with Dao patterns from the dawn of creation.
Ye Tian moved in unison with the Qilin Phantom, stepping through the air. He seemed slow, yet was impossibly fast, his movements carrying a Dao rhythm that locked down heaven and earth and left no escape.
"Golden Little Supreme, you burned your Emperor Blood to fight like a cornered beast? Unfortunately, in my eyes, you're nothing but a clay chicken or a straw dog, a head marked for sale!"
Ye Tian's voice was cold as ice, piercing the raging energy storm.
He clenched his right fist, merging the qilin divine form into its edge, and drove it savagely toward the Golden Little Supreme, who burned with golden divine flames in his state of Ultimate Sublimation!
"I refuse to believe it! I belong to the Golden Ancient Clan! My flesh is immortal, my Emperor Blood invincible! Break!"
The Golden Little Supreme roared at the sky, every strand of golden hair standing on end, looking utterly possessed.
The Golden Mace in his hand had transformed entirely into light. This