Forcing a priest to unleash his Divine Martial Soul was like having a clone that was no less powerful than the original, and their minds were fully connected. The combined might was unmatched by ordinary humans. Several Divine Soul priests screamed, their internal organs shattered, their souls hushed, and they fell to the dust. The rest were also shaken back, many spitting blood as they retreated.

In the end, except for the most powerful God Lord and Mu Hanyan, who had not taken any action and tried her best to protect her body, all the priests were either dead or injured, and retreated hundreds of feet away.

"Hahahaha..." Futian laughed wildly.

Although the Divine Martial Spirits behind him gradually became illusory, his face became more haggard than before, obviously because forcibly summoning the Divine Martial Spirits could only temporarily increase combat power, and then the strength would drop sharply. However, the other priests no longer had the strength to fight, and only the Lord God was left. He was still confident enough to kill them with one blow.

Oh, by the way, there is also Mu Hanyan, but with Futian's powerful divine sense, he had already discovered that she had not made a single move from beginning to end. She was afraid of death and hid behind others to protect herself. In addition, she was too young, so how could Futian take her seriously? He didn't even look at her.

Ants, and the weakest ants at that!

"Gods rise, gods fall!" Just as Futian was laughing wildly, the God Lord suddenly shouted in a deep voice, and he flew up and stabbed with the sword as one.

A shimmer of starlight lingered behind him, like a comet streaking across the sky. The starlight continued to converge, unexpectedly forming a humanoid figure about half a foot tall, identical to him, condensed into a solid form. It also held a longsword and stabbed towards Futian's vital meridian.

"The Samurai Spirits!"

"The Lord God has also cultivated into a Divine Warrior Soul!" Upon seeing this scene, the priests in the distance all exclaimed in surprise, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Mu Hanyan's gaze suddenly focused. For millions of years, due to the incomplete laws, no powerful Divine Warriors were born in either the Divine Continent or the Holy Court Continent. The incomplete laws had become the greatest shackle for practitioners. Unexpectedly, the Divine Lord had broken through this shackle and become a powerful Divine Warrior.

It turned out that he had not used his full strength before, and like himself, he was conserving his strength and waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

I have to say, his decision was correct.

Although he had also condensed a Divine Martial Samurai, his Divine Martial Samurai was no stronger than Futian's; at best, they were on par. As the ruler of the Divine Continent, the Divine Lord was in a remote position, lacking many opportunities to fight others. He had no advice on how to cultivate after reaching the Divine Martial Realm, and could only figure things out on his own. In terms of actual combat experience, how could he compare to a powerhouse from the Divine Martial Realm? If he went all-out from the start, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of victory.

But now, in order to repel other priests, Futian's already exhausted body and mind were even worse. He forcibly summoned the Divine Samurai Spirit, which greatly reduced his strength.

This is the best opportunity for him to take action.

Futian clearly hadn't expected that someone on this continent, with its flawed laws, could have reached the Divine Martial Realm. A hint of shock crossed his eyes. Without time to dwell, he struck out again, and the increasingly ethereal Divine Martial Spirit behind him also charged forward, blocking the Saint Lord's Divine Martial Spirit.

Four figures crossed each other, bringing up a strong wind.

"Crack!" Thunder exploded, and countless black and silver electric lights wandered in the sky. Even the crack in the void expanded by twice.