Suddenly, Han felt inexplicably uneasy.
Even though Han Xuanji didn't make any move, it felt that things were getting increasingly strange.
Even the arrival of the "illusion" did not put it at ease.
"Cultivator, go back."
Xu spoke calmly, turning his gaze to Han Xuanji. His voice was clear, yet carried an undeniable sense of power.
The oppressive aura at the Saint King level was like an ancient divine mountain pressing down, and the space around Han Xuanji even cracked under the immense pressure.
On the other side, Mo Chenxiao and the two Sacred Court elders, worried that something might happen to Han Xuanji, also left the city and chased him to the edge of the Desolate Domain.
They quickly noticed the terrifying figure and were terrified.
Mo Chenxiao realized the situation was getting out of control and hurriedly said:
" Xuanji! Come back quickly, this is Saint King- level deity!"
At the same time, he hurriedly contacted his master, worried that this Eternal Deity did not uphold martial ethics.
The only thing that reassured him slightly was that "Xu" didn't seem to intend to make a move; it was merely releasing its pressure, trying to make Han Xuanji back down.
According to the agreement, as a Saint King- level powerhouse, he could not attack cultivators without cause.
Normally, it wouldn't have needed to intervene to force Han Xuanji to retreat.
But Han Xuanji was not normal; facing this powerful pressure, he truly felt immense pressure.
However, his body was engulfed in silver flames, and he pushed the Unfettered Ultra Instinct Technique to its limit, unleashing a power that even the "Void" was moved by.
"Cut!"
Despite the oppressive aura of Saint King, Han Xuanji's Sword Intent grew stronger, and the light on the Mystic Heaven Sword became brighter and brighter.
He raised his sword and slashed down at Zhao Zi.
The Sword Intent soared into the sky, turning the entire heavens silvery-white.
Time and space seemed to stand still at that moment. Zi was locked in by the Sword Intent and couldn't move even a finger. He could only watch helplessly as the sword blade fell.
"Court death!"
Xu hesitated for a moment, but it also had its own pride as Saint King- level being, and naturally could not watch the Eternal Deity die before its eyes. Although Han Xuanji's power was quite terrifying, it was still a bit immature for Saint King- level expert, so it was impossible to restrain Xu's movements.
Xu made his move; a grayish-white light barrier appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking Han Xuanji's sword light.
He breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost died just now.
The feigned move brought a smile to Han Xuanji's lips.
He was worried that the Eternal Deity was always hiding in the shadows, and the Void's move was a signal.
The next second, the figure of the Holy Venerable Tianming tore through the void and appeared beside Han Xuanji.
He raised his hand and placed it on Han Xuanji's shoulder, blocking all of Xu's oppressive aura, while simultaneously calming Mo Chenxiao, who was rushing over at high speed.
The opponent was stunned when they saw the feint, but didn't know what to do, given the vast difference in skill between them.
When Mo Chenxiao saw his master appear so quickly, he was first taken aback, then seemed to understand something, and the anxiety on his face faded, replaced by a sense of realization.
The Holy Venerable Tianming cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his tone calm yet undeniably authoritative:
"Xu, you've crossed the line."
After a moment of silence, a deep voice came from within the grayish-white mist:
"Cultivators, you were the ones who crossed the line first."
The Holy Venerable Tianming smiled, said nothing more, and simply raised his hand and pointed into the void.
The scenes from before will be brought to life.
"According to the rules, you interfered with this fair competition."
"Then don't blame me for taking action."
As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom image of a River of Fate rose from behind the Holy Venerable Tianming, sweeping across the void.
With a low roar, the gray-white mist surged and collided with the River of Fate, exploding into Chaos.
From Han Xuanji's perspective, the battle between the Holy Venerable Tianming and the Void carried a strange sense of dislocation from the very beginning.
Its ethereal form stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and its grayish-white mist surged like a tide, obscuring half of the entire sky.
Yet the Holy Venerable Tianming merely stood in the void, clad in white, his figure as insignificant as dust, yet he somehow gave the impression of being the one who blotted out the sky.
He raised his hand and gently waved it, and the River of Fate behind him unfolded majestically. The silvery-white river reflected the causal threads of countless living beings, and every thread was flowing.
With a low roar, the gray-white mist transformed into countless dark, sharp blades, slashing towards the Holy Venerable Tianming from all directions.
Each of those shadowy blades was powerful enough to tear through space, but when they landed on the River of Fate, they were like pebbles thrown into the ocean, only creating a few ripples before being swallowed up completely.
The Void wields the Great Dao of Shadow.
It is Eternal Deity born from the source of shadow, naturally adept at concealment and surprise attacks. When it strikes from the shadows, even Saint King might not be able to detect its presence.
But the Holy Venerable Tianming cultivates the Dao of Fate.
The River of Fate reveals all cause and effect; nothing can be hidden or lurked in the light of destiny.
The moment the illusory shadow blade materialized, the Holy Venerable Tianming had already predicted its trajectory through the causal threads and prepared a countermeasure in advance.
The more the opponent attacked, the more frustrated it became, unable to fully utilize its strengths.
Direct attack power was never its strong point, but it just so happened to encounter an opponent like the Holy Venerable Tianming who could see through all its little moves.
You can't escape it.
The Holy Venerable Tianming spoke calmly, raising his hand and pointing towards the void.
A silver-white thread flew out from the River of Fate, wrapped with dense causal runes, and pierced towards Xu's chest.
The void tried to dodge, but found that the thread seemed to have eyes. No matter how it changed position, the thread always hung above its head and slowly fell. The void roared, and the gray-white mist suddenly contracted, condensing into a thick shadow shield in front of it.
The silk thread landed on the shield, passing through it silently, as if the shield didn't exist at all.
The illusory figure trembled violently as the silk thread pierced its chest, and its aura visibly weakened.
"Town."
The Holy Venerable Tianming raised his hand, and a Saint King weapon appeared in his palm.
It was an ancient jade pendant, covered with dense inscriptions, shaped like a black bird with outstretched wings.
He tossed the jade pendant into the air, and it grew longer in the wind, transforming into a Heavenly Mystery, which then flew towards the void.
Looking up, Xu saw that the enormous eyes within the grayish-white mist revealed obvious fear for the first time.
It could sense that the power contained within the black bird was enough to severely injure it.
It contains the power of instant death from the Dao of Fate.
Even an existence of its caliber can be affected.
"Is this guy serious?"
Xu fully activated the Great Dao of Shadow, his massive form transforming into a cloud of grayish-white mist, attempting to scatter and escape.