But faced with Lin Tian's palm strike, he wavered.
Heaven and earth grew strange beneath that palm, as though space had been torn apart. A scroll of flames seemed to unfold before his eyes, and then the two of them stepped into the painting.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Only the sound of Solar True Flame burning remained.
Palaces, towers, Immortal Officials, heavenly soldiers, even Marshal Tianyou beside him-all seemed to vanish from his senses at that moment.
Lin Tian absorbed all the colors between heaven and earth, turning them into this utterly terrifying palm strike.
Fear he had not felt for countless years welled up in his heart. He had descended to the mortal realm to subdue demons and followed Great Emperor Gouchen into battle across the lands. Countless demon kings had died at his hands.
Even against Nezha, the Great Deity of the Three Altars and Seas, he believed himself no inferior.
Yet facing Lin Tian, he felt a profound helplessness, unable even to summon the will to resist.
"Something's wrong!"
His heart jolted. Realizing this was his opponent's mental attack, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.
The smell of blood immediately filled his nose, jolting him back to his senses.
Summoning all his magic power, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Imbued with the magic power of a Great Unity Golden Immortal, it transformed into the Supreme Demon-Subduing Talisman.
This was one of his last-resort techniques and would even injure him in the process. An ordinary cultivator at the middle Great Unity Golden Immortal stage would suffer grievous wounds from it.
His gaze suddenly froze. He watched his blood talisman meet his opponent's palm, only to be smashed to pieces with a crack before it lasted even a second.
Golden Solar True