Wen Heshan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap rolling across the central square.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators looked up at the two Dao Mysterious Realm giants high in the sky, not daring to even breathe loudly.
One is the patriarch of the Pill Pavilion.
One is the Supreme Elder of the Puppet Sect.
Either of them, if they were to unleash their full power, could reduce half the imperial city to ruins.
Xue Tu's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
Wen Heshan didn't take him seriously at all.
If they were alone, he might weigh the pros and cons and suppress his anger for the time being.
But now, heroes from the Eastern Continent have gathered.
Yin Xiaotian had just been publicly humiliated by Wen Heshan, causing him to vomit blood.
If he backs down, the reputation that the Puppet Sect has built up over thousands of years will become a laughing stock.
" Wen Heshan, you've only been cultivating for a hundred years longer than me. Do you really think you can dominate the Eastern Continent?"
A dull thud emanated from the black coffin behind Xue Tu, and gray-black corpse energy continuously seeped out from the gaps in the coffin lid.
The pressure of the Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage was released without reservation.
The sky darkened rapidly.
Large amounts of gray clouds gathered from all directions, vaguely condensing into a distorted, ghostly face.
"You were able to suppress me a hundred years ago because I hadn't yet entered the Dao Profound Realm. Now that I'm also at the Dao Mysterious Realm, I'd like to see how much of your former prestige you still possess!"
Xue Tu raised his right hand.
The overwhelming corpse energy converged wildly into his palm, transforming into a gigantic, pitch-black hand that blotted out the sky.
The giant hand was covered with gray-white faces, from which countless shrill roars emanated.
Before the palm print even landed, the protective array in the central square lit up one after another.
The cultivators below turned pale and retreated to the outer edge of the plaza.
" The Dao Mysterious Realm giants are really about to clash!"
"Retreat! In a battle of this level, even a mere aftershock is enough to shatter Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator!"
"Why hasn't the royal family intervened? If they're allowed to continue fighting, the central square will be destroyed!"
Ling Chengyuan stood on the royal platform, his face equally pale.
Although he hoped for a conflict between the Seven Sects and the Pill Pavilion, he did not expect that the two Dao Mysterious Realm giants would take action directly.
If the aftermath gets out of control, the imperial city will inevitably suffer severe damage.
But the Emperor and the Crimson Flame Berserk Lion both hide deep within the palace and do not easily show themselves.
Among the royal family's retainers, none were qualified to intervene in the battles for the Dao Mysterious Realm.
Ling Chengyuan could only secretly crush the communication jade talisman to notify the clan elder Ling Changkong.
On the high platform of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Meng Tianyun had already unleashed the sect's protective sword talisman.
The Cangyun Sect Wei Shanhe, also led his disciples to retreat quickly.
The two sects that had just joined forces to put pressure on the Pill Pavilion are now not willing to stand up for the Puppet Sect.
Once someone personally intervenes in a battle at the Dao Mysterious Realm, there is no turning back.
Their interests align with those of the Puppet Sect only temporarily; they are not close enough to be willing to bear the wrath of a Dao Mysterious Realm Third Layer expert on behalf of the other.
Xue Tu sensed the two sects backing down and cursed inwardly, but could only vent all his anger on Wen Heshan.
" Nether Corpse Heaven-Burying Palm!"
He suddenly pressed down with his right hand.
A colossal hand, capable of blotting out the sky, plummeted from the clouds. The space itself could not withstand the pressure of the palm print, and large patches of pitch-black cracks appeared.
Excitement welled up in Yin Xiaotian's eyes.
The Supreme Elder had been at the Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage for many years and had been tempering his physical body and soul with corpse energy for many years.
This palm strike was even Heaven Rank Middle Grade martial skill from the Puppet Sect.
Even if Wen Heshan reached the Dao Profound Third Level Realm, it would be impossible for him to emerge unscathed.
As long as Xue Tu can hold off the Pill Pavilion Ancestor, the Puppet Sect will still have the right to force the Pill Pavilion to hand over Chu Yunfei.
Wen Daoyuan looked at the descending, pitch-black giant hand with a solemn expression.
He knew his ancestor was very strong, but he didn't know exactly what level Wen Heshan had reached.
After all, the ancestor had been in seclusion for decades.
Wen Jiao's gaze was also fixed on the sky.
She wasn't worried that her ancestor would lose.
What I'm really worried about is that if the battle between the two lasts too long, Dao Mysterious Realm experts from other sects might take the opportunity to join the fray.
At that point, the situation will be completely out of control.
Wen Heshan, however, showed no sign of seriousness.
He looked up at the giant, black hand, a hint of disappointment even appearing on his face.
"A century has passed, and this is all the progress we've made."
Wen Heshan slowly raised his right hand and pointed forward a little.
The faint blue light at the fingertips rapidly magnified.
A giant azure finger, hundreds of feet long, condensed in the void. Its surface had no complex patterns or earth-shattering phenomena; only a layer of warm azure light flowed slowly.
"I could have suppressed you with a mere wave of my hand a hundred years ago."
"Now that you've entered the Dao Profound, do you think you can turn the world upside down?"
Wen Heshan flicked his fingers lightly.
The giant cyan finger pierced through the void, colliding head-on with the pitch-black palm print.
The stalemate did not last long.
The moment the azure light touched his palm, a tiny crack appeared on the giant black hand.
Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread rapidly to all five fingers.
One after another, ashen faces broke free from the palm prints, letting out mournful cries, before being purified into nothingness by the azure light.
Click!
The colossal hand that blotted out the sky burst open from the center.
The giant cyan finger pierced through the overwhelming corpse energy, its momentum undiminished, and continued to strike at Xue Tu's brow.
How is that possible?
Xue Tu's pupils contracted.
The Nether Corpse Heaven-Burying Palm is one of his most proficient martial arts techniques.
Wen Heshan completely defeated him with just one finger.
Is the difference between the Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage truly that vast?
Xue Tu had no time to think further. He quickly formed hand seals, and the black coffin behind him suddenly appeared in front of him.
The crimson runes on the surface of the coffin lid lit up simultaneously, transforming into a layer of gray-black light curtain.
Bang!
A giant cyan finger landed on the light screen.
The runes exploded one after another.
The black coffin shook violently, and a deep finger mark appeared on the coffin lid. Xue Tu was also forced back dozens of feet by this force.
He stepped through the void, leaving behind ripples of gray-black light, until he finally came to a stop after crashing through a cloud.
The blood and qi in my chest are churning.
A metallic sweetness rose in my throat.
Xue Tu forced down the blood, his face turning extremely pale.
If his natal coffin hadn't blocked the remaining power for him, that finger strike would have been enough to injure him in front of everyone.
Even so, he was still forced back by a single finger.
The square was deathly silent.
Everyone originally thought that the two Dao Mysterious Realm giants would engage in an earth-shattering battle.
No one expected that Xue Tu's full-force palm strike couldn't even be caught by Wen Heshan's casual finger.
The excitement on Yin Xiaotian's face vanished completely.
He knew Wen Heshan was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.
If the Supreme Elder were no match for Wen Heshan, the Puppet Sect would not have the right to continue pressuring the Pill Pavilion today.
"That kind of strength."
Qin Yangui sat in the Heavenly Edict Sect's seat, her surprise deepening. " Wen Heshan's cultivation is definitely not just at the third level of Dao Profound; his control over spiritual power is already close to the peak of the third level."
"If he takes another step forward, the entire landscape of the Eastern Continent will likely change."
Mo Yinsheng's fingers paused for a moment.
The appearance of Wen Heshan was an unexpected variable.
A Dao Mysterious Realm Third Layer Peak is enough to influence the subsequent plans of the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect.
However, it's only an impact.
Once the grand formation is complete, that person will be able to completely take over the Heavenly Mystic Secret Realm and use the power of the realm's core to break through to the next realm.
By then, Wen Heshan, Dao Mysterious Realm Third Layer, would be nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.
Mo Yinsheng tapped the armrest again, his expression returning to its indifferent state.
High in the sky.
Wen Heshan looked at Xue Tu, who had retreated to a distance, his tone remaining calm.
"It is impolite not to reciprocate."
"You took one of my palm strikes, so I'll return the favor with one finger."