The Strongest
By the fourth day, Xu Zimo was encountering more and more Old Gods.
This time, ten Old Gods appeared at once.
They seemed to have joined forces beforehand, gathering together to stop Xu Zimo from advancing.
Among them, the Mountain God stepped forward, transforming into a towering, immovable mountain.
He did not attack right away.
Instead, he said, "Fellow Daoist, turn back. There is no passage ahead."
"Whether there is a passage or not is decided by the blade in my hand, not by some casual words from you," Xu Zimo replied blandly.
Hearing this, the Mountain God snorted coldly.
He seemed unwilling to waste any more words.
After all, Xu Zimo had already killed quite a few aberrations and gods along the way.
Since they could not reach an agreement, there was nothing left to say.
The Mountain God let out an enraged roar.
His enormous palm descended like a crushing mountain.
That incomparably terrifying power surged outward in mighty waves.
At that instant, even the heavens and earth seemed to be squeezed together.
Boom...
Yet when that palm fell, the imagined scene of heaven and earth being destroyed did not occur.
Instead, Xu Zimo's long blade struck directly at the Mountain God's palm with a savage slash.
Boom...
The mountain was cleaved in two.
The Mountain God's expression changed drastically as he stumbled several steps back.
He looked at Xu Zimo.
His gaze was filled with horror.
Then he immediately roared at the other gods.
"Are you still not helping?"
At this moment, all ten Old Gods attacked at once, each strike carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth.
That terrifying power came sweeping in like a vast tide.
Yet Xu Zimo showed no fear.
He and the demon attacked together.
Countless explosions rang out