Even after summoning his Dharma Body, Xuan Zun still felt unsafe. A ray of light shot from the crown of his head, and within it appeared a black Futu tower. Trailing black light, it surged toward the descending hand to suppress it.
Crack!
But the ancient Futu tower in which Xuan Zun had placed such high hopes met no unexpected reprieve. The spatial force churning in Jiang Yun's palm shattered it to pieces.
"No! I am an elder of the Futu Gu Clan's Xuan Branch! You cannot do this to me!"
Watching the great hand descend overhead and sensing the terrifying aura emanating from its palm, Xuan Zun cried out in horror. His eyes kept sweeping the hall, hoping for help from the other factions.
Unfortunately, everyone in the hall turned a blind eye. Compared with an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign of the Futu Gu Clan, the Great Thousand Palace's Demon King Slayer, who possessed Saint Grade combat strength, was even less someone they could afford to offend.
At this, Xuan Zun's gaze darkened. A moment later, a vicious gleam flashed through his eyes, and his body slowly floated upward. Ancient black patterns of light began appearing across his skin, vaguely forming seven black markings.
"Seven divine veins?"
"So Xuan Zun possesses divine meridians of this level as well. It looks like he's about to use his Spiritual Meridian Divine Ability." At this sight, the people in the hall finally looked surprised.
Apart from the legendary nine divine veins, seven divine veins and eight divine meridians were already among the finest in existence, carrying the potential to reach Saint Grade. They had not expected even an elder of the Futu Gu Clan's Xuan Branch like Xuan Zun to possess such potential.
"A dying struggle!" Jiang Yun's eyes flashed at the