At this moment, in mid-air, Chishongzi was still in a state of extreme shock, his fingers were still outstretched, and his fingertips were visibly trembling slightly.

When he finally realized what was happening, a look of terror instantly appeared on his face, and his heart felt as if a major earthquake had struck.

He was a martial artist with the cultivation of a saint. With a full-force attack, not only would martial artists of the same level have to temporarily avoid his sharp edge, but even a Saint King martial artist of a higher level would have to temporarily retreat.

At that moment, he saw something: a young man not only easily deflected his attack, but his barrier also vanished without a trace.

In other words, this person's cultivation level is above his.

But when he turned his gaze to the young man, his expression suddenly darkened.

"Divine cultivation level... how is that possible?"

He murmured absentmindedly, thinking he was seeing things, but after testing it repeatedly, he still sensed that the cultivation level was at the Divine Realm. His heart sank, and he suddenly felt like he had fallen to the bottom.

When did a martial artist at the Divine Realm become able to so easily deflect his attacks?

This is the second time he has made a mistake today, and the second time in his life. The first time was when he mistakenly believed that Xi Tianqiu was dead.

How did he end up encountering two monstrous geniuses!

Chisongzi instinctively felt a sense of foreboding.

Without a doubt, he has completely offended these two people. If he grows up and truly becomes a powerful figure in the future, he will be in big trouble.

Therefore, we might as well go all the way and kill him now to prevent future troubles.

Thinking of this, his spiritual power surged violently once again. He looked at Xi Tianqiu and Zhou Mu beside him and said loudly, "Boy, things have come to this point, and we have no way out. So don't blame me. It's good this way. On the road to the Yellow Springs, you two will have each other's company and won't be lonely."

"Today, it's either you or me who dies."

As soon as he finished speaking, his movements suddenly accelerated. With a thunderous roar, bolts of lightning swept out as if they were real, enveloping his entire body. He stood atop the thunderclouds, his hair growing wildly, turning from black to pale blue under the influence of the lightning. Lightning symbols appeared on his eyes and all over his skin.

Every move it made caused the heavens and earth to tremble. Several nearby mountain peaks were instantly reduced to dust with a deafening roar. The dust filled the sky and covered half of the sky.

Upon seeing this, Xi Tianqiu Jiang's expression changed. He then took a slight breath and looked at Zhou Mu, saying, "He's serious now. We must be careful."

Compared to a Saint-level martial artist, the Dharma Aspect Realm is far too insignificant. Even if one's cultivation far surpasses that of their peers, in the face of an absolute chasm, so-called talent is still insignificant.

Zhou Mu's expression didn't change much.

He clenched his fist, and a dazzling burst of spiritual light flashed. Pure white spiritual power appeared in his palm, and after the extreme light faded, a red-tasseled spear appeared in Zhou Mu's hand.

The shaft is silver-white, and there is a long tassel where it is fixed to the spearhead.

Azure Dragon Spear.

Saint-level spiritual artifact.

The instant the Azure Dragon Spear appeared, the invisible pressure transformed into a tangible arc, spreading out in wisps.

It appears light and airy, yet it feels as heavy as a mountain.

The flow of this space suddenly seemed to freeze.

Beside him, Xi Tianqiu also gasped.

He felt it most acutely. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body was as slow as lead. Not to mention using spiritual energy, even speaking and breathing had become extremely difficult.

A look of horror instantly filled his face.

He looks to be about the same age as him, yet he's so much stronger?

If Zhou Mu harbored even the slightest murderous intent towards him, he probably wouldn't have been able to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't specifically targeted at him, the sheer pressure alone would have been enough to make him kneel on the ground and unable to get up.

If he is considered a chosen one of heaven, then the person beside him is no longer human. This is a true prodigy, probably the youngest Saint-level martial artist in the entire Desolate Heaven Domain or even the entire Nine Provinces Continent. If word gets out, it will surely cause a worldwide sensation.

"A Saint-level spiritual artifact."

Amidst the thunderclouds, Chisongzi's expression changed.

It seems things are getting increasingly complicated.

With that thought, he waved his hand, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy, accompanied by towering thunder, swept across the sky. In an instant, countless thunderclouds condensed into a phantom.

The phantom figure overlooks the world, appearing like a god.

His aura surged, the earth cracked inch by inch, and powerful shockwaves spread outwards. Centered on him, the trees and flowers within a ten-kilometer radius, and even the towering mountain peaks, were all covered in arcs of lightning.

With a deafening roar, everything within a radius of several kilometers was reduced to dust.

Trees, flowers, birds, beasts, and even solid mountains were reduced to nothingness under the immense pressure. Rivers were forcibly filled in, and the ground was blasted into scorched mud by electric arcs.

The idyllic scene that was once filled with mountains and water is now just scorched earth, like the end of the world, devoid of any life.

Only the area around Zhou Mu was still a paradise, and Xi Tianqiu, who was standing next to him, looked on in shock.

He knew that the Saint Warrior was very powerful, but he did not expect him to be this powerful. With just a thought, he could overturn mountains and rivers, and in a single thought, he could decide the life and death of countless lives.

Zhou Mu's expression remained as calm as ever.

Holding a silver-white spear in his hand, he pointed the spear and then took a half-step forward. In a flash, he had already leaped into the air.

After gathering its strength, it hurled itself fiercely towards the thunderclouds that were densely packed with thunder.

The next instant, the spear suddenly unleashed a terrifying pressure, sweeping outwards along with powerful milky-white spiritual energy.

Wherever it went, even the dense thunderclouds were in fear and melted away.

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During flight, the Azure Dragon Spear shimmered with a dazzling silver-white light, its sharp tip seemingly capable of piercing the sky.

Rumble rumble

Under such immense power, heaven and earth trembled, and a brief humming sound filled the space, sweeping across the nine heavens and shaking the sun and moon. At this moment, even the scorching sun seemed to lose its brilliance.

Even though he was somewhat prepared, Chishongzi was still shocked when the spear was unleashed. The terrifying pressure seemed to have exceeded the scope of a Saint Warrior and was infinitely close to the realm of a Saint King.

"This person is so young, yet so powerful!"

Chisongzi gasped.

Then, not daring to be careless, he suddenly stretched out his palm, and behind him, a phantom hundreds of feet tall also stretched out its palm.

Boom

Another deafening roar erupted. The instant the spear struck the giant thundercloud palm, a powerful shockwave swept outwards. Centered on the point of impact, a sound like the clash of metal echoed, shattering space into a dark void.