"Overestimating your own strength."
The Divine Lord lightly raised a hand and casually waved it in Lu Shaoyou's direction.
The gesture was as casual as shooing away an annoying fly.
Yet that careless wave made heaven and earth change color! The entire secret realm seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand and violently crushed inward!
An indescribable, irresistible force instantly crossed the distance through space and struck Lu Shaoyou squarely in the chest.
There was no earth-shattering boom, only an utterly muffled puff.
Lu Shaoyou was like a pebble struck head-on by an invisible mountain. His breastbone instantly caved in, and the blood he spat out turned into a mist of blood in midair.
His body flew backward like a stone sent flying by immense force, plowing a deep trench through the ground for hundreds of zhang.
In the end, he crashed heavily into a stone mountain, smashing a human-shaped hollow into its hard cliff face as shattered rocks pattered down.
"A mere ant. You are not even qualified to die by This Seat's hand." The Divine Lord withdrew his hand without sparing Lu Shaoyou another glance.
His gaze returned to the Qingzhou Ding, which was on the verge of success, and Qin Wuya, who was struggling to hold on before the altar.
Yet just as he was about to strike again and bring this farce to a complete end—
A tooth-grinding sound of bones scraping came from the pile of rubble.
"Crack... crack..."
A hand smeared with blood and dust stretched out from beneath the rocks and clutched the ground in a death grip.
Then Lu Shaoyou staggered out of that human-shaped hollow.
He was drenched in blood. The clothes over his chest had been completely dyed red, and his caved-in torso twisted at a grotesque angle.