The Giant Mountain God roared in fury.
The severed arm brought him both pain and immense rage.
He turned around.
He wanted to see this so-called culprit.
Xu Zimo walked out of the Hall of Recorded History step by step, Overlord Shadow in hand, his gaze calm and expression indifferent.
"This fish doesn't seem big enough," Xu Zimo said.
The Giant Mountain God frowned slightly.
He had not sensed Xu Zimo's presence just now. Normally, everyone else in the Hall of Recorded History existed within his perception.
Yet Xu Zimo alone—if he had not seen him with his own eyes, then even if Xu Zimo stood right before him, he would not have known.
This made the Giant Mountain God frown slightly.
He disliked things that went beyond his expectations.
With a cold shout, he said lightly, "And who are you?"
"The one who will slay you," Xu Zimo replied calmly.
"Young brat, you're looking for trouble!" Faced with such provocation, the Giant Mountain God roared.
Though he was of the Spirit Race, he was a mountain spirit that had taken form.
At that moment, the Giant Mountain God roared again and struck Xu Zimo with another palm.
This palm was different from the previous one.
The palm wind descended like a mountain range, heavy and astonishing.
Countless cracks appeared in the surrounding void, while the giant palm seemed to expand hundreds of times as it fell.
Seeing this palm, Xu Zimo lifted his eyelids slightly.
He raised Overlord Shadow again. The blade curved into a semicircle and collided directly with the giant palm.
The instant the tremendous explosion erupted, everyone saw another enormous arm severed and falling from the heavens.
The Giant Mountain God's expression was filled with shock and fear.
He was shocked because he had used tremendous