"Fucking die!"
Mo Yun struck first. The enormous White Tiger Phantom behind him grew ever more solid, and with a roar, a gigantic golden fist seal condensed and hurtled toward the Elegant Middle-Aged Man at the center of the altar.
Sensing the terrifying might within that gigantic golden fist seal, a blow that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, the Elegant Middle-Aged Man's face filled with horror.
He had never imagined that someone at the mere Primordial Unity Early Stage could unleash such power.
Is this really the Primordial Unity Early Stage? Why do I feel that his techniques are even stronger than mine, despite my Late Primordial Unity cultivation?!
After all, he too was a prodigy, someone with hopes of becoming an Ancestral Master in the future!
Besides that, he sensed a vibrant vitality emanating from the figure before him, like the rising sun, as though he were merely a boy under twenty.
A primordial unity cultivator under twenty was far too outrageous, but the Elegant Middle-Aged Man guessed that the figure before him was most likely under thirty-a young primordial unity cultivator!
Having broken through to the primordial unity realm at such a young age, with such terrifying combat strength, he was clearly a secret disciple nurtured by some Martial Sacred Ground, someone with the makings of a Martial Saint!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, a longsword radiating a blood-red glow appeared in the Elegant Middle-Aged Man's hand.
His expression hardened, and he instantly swung out a streak of sword light blazing with dazzling crimson radiance.
The blood-red sword light swelled in the wind, becoming a gigantic crimson crescent in an instant as it met the descending golden fist seal.
Boom!
A tremendous, muffled explosion rang out. As the blood-red sword light collided with the