Imperial Dao Dharma Aspect behind him raised a finger, a golden finger that was completely condensed with the purest imperial power, and slowly tapped it towards Xiang Guanhong.
This finger did not have any earth-shattering momentum.
But wherever it passed, the space was silently annihilated, the iron-blooded evil spirit was forcibly purified, and even the shadow of Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood behind Xiang Guanhong began to shake violently, as if it was about to completely collapse under this sacred finger.
This is the crushing of Tao and reason!
It is the final judgment of order against chaos!
Facing this unavoidable and unstoppable finger, Xiang Guanhong's resolute face finally changed.
That is not fear, but a kind of madness, a kind of determination that puts life and death at risk!
"Kill!"
An inhuman growl came from his throat.
He didn't resist the falling finger.
He made a move that made everyone's scalp explode.
He opened his arms and allowed the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood battlefield shadow behind him, together with the roaring endless fighting spirits, to flow crazily into his body!
Click! Click!
The black iron armor on his body shattered inch by inch, blood marks exploded on his burly body, and his whole person instantly turned into a bloody man.
He is using his body to carry the endless killings and resentment of that ancient battlefield!
"A hundred battles! Break the army!"
Xiang Guanhong's eyes completely turned into blood.
He gathered the power of his whole body and even the entire battlefield phantom, without using any magical powers. He simply punched the Imperial Dao Dharma Aspect.
This punch is dark and simple.
But it carries the final will to destroy hundreds of millions of living beings.
Dustless looked at the crazy-looking Xiang Guanhong, with a winner's sneer on his face.
Using a mortal body to carry the Asura Hell is asking for death!
However, the next moment, the smile on his face completely froze.
The moment the gray fist came into contact with his "Heavenly Emperor Sky Surveying Finger", it did not collapse as he expected.
A will to kill that was so pure and so cold that it could freeze the soul, followed his fingertips and brazenly flowed upstream!
That is not the countercurrent of power, but the infection of Tao!
A way of killing that is pure to the extreme and does not contain any impurities, is following Dustless's supreme imperial power, eroding the origin of his power!
"No!"
Dustless let out a frightening roar from his throat.
He watched helplessly as his golden fingers, which could crush the stars, were polluted from the fingertips with a gray and lifeless aura.
The golden color quickly faded, turning into mottled rust, and then into a dead gray black.
That will to kill, like tarsal maggots, like poisonous vines, is spreading crazily, trying to completely drag his sacred Imperial Dao Dharma Aspect into that piece of Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood!
Click!
A crisp crackling sound did not come from the arena, but from the depths of everyone's souls.
The golden finger that represented the majesty of Heavenly Emperor collapsed.
It did not turn into light rain all over the sky, but like a piece of rotten wood that had been weathered for hundreds of millions of years, it silently turned into gray dust and drifted away.
Immediately afterwards, the gray breath of death drove straight in and slammed into Imperial Dao Dharma Aspect, who was standing tall on the ground!
"Roar!"
The vague emperor's shadow roared with pain and anger for the first time.
On its body constructed of supreme order, with the fist contact point as the center, ferocious gray cracks appeared.
Cracks were like spider webs, covering Dharma Xiang's body in an instant!
Dustless's face turned as pale as paper at this moment.
He was connected to the mind of Dharma, and the will to kill that was enough to freeze his soul also set off huge waves in his divine sea!
His pride, his innate dignity of blood, were smashed to pieces by that fist from hell at this moment!
Boom!
Imperial Dao Dharma Aspect, this supreme magical power that represents the supreme rule of the Formless Divine Kingdom, suddenly disintegrated under the gaze of countless shocked, horrified, and unbelievable eyes!
It did not turn into golden light and dissipate. Instead, like a statue that had been drained of all its vitality, it collapsed, shattered, and turned into billions of gray light spots, which were completely swallowed up by the bloody battlefield shadow!
Poof!
Dustless opened his mouth and spat out a golden blood arrow.
That's not just blood, it's the original essence of his royal bloodline!
His body was like a kite with its string broken, flying backwards, his eyes filled with confusion and defeat.
He lost.
Such a complete defeat and such humiliation.
He couldn't even let the other party use his second magical power.
On the stage.
Xiang Guanhong still maintained his punching posture.
In his blood-colored eyes, the madness and determination that burned the entire world were slowly fading away, replaced by endless emptiness and dead silence.
The shadow of Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood behind him also became dim and thin, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated invisible.
The borrowed terrifying power that could kill gods receded like the tide.
The next moment, the boundless pain was like a flood that burst a dam, instantly flooding his mind.
Click! Click!
The already dilapidated black iron armor on his body could no longer restrain his body that was about to collapse, and it peeled off piece by piece and fell to the ground.
Every inch of his burly body was covered with bloody cracks like broken ceramics.
The blood no longer flows out, but seeps out from those cracks like a fountain.
His whole body seemed to have become a fragile porcelain made of blood.
"Cough... cough cough..."
He coughed violently, and with every cough, dark red organ fragments poured out of his mouth.
He won.
In an almost self-destructive way, he dragged a high-ranking royal bloodline down from the altar!
The huge White Jade Square, deathly silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the shaky figure standing in blood.
On the high platform, Wujiang's indifferent face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.
The faces of the royal family members beside him were also filled with shock, anger and disbelief.
On the other side, the smile on Xie Purou's face had long since disappeared. Her little mouth was slightly opened, and she stared blankly at the man covered in blood.
Youruo finally had a real wave of emotion in his ice blue eyes.
On the ring, Xiang Guanhong's body was shaking violently, and he could almost lose his balance.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his fists that were no longer human-shaped and were bloody and bloody.
He used his last bit of strength to straighten his spine that was about to be broken, and his eyes swept across the audience and the pale and desperate face.
He won.
But he is also useless!
Dead silence.
Dead silence like a tide flooded the entire White Jade Square.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that arena.
He was frozen on the figure that was covered in blood but still standing.