On the Daoxuan Platform, the fighting spirit was intense.

The thousands of cultivators watching below the stage fell silent, their eyes filled with anticipation, eager to witness the unparalleled magnificence of the Great Emperor's bloody defeat of the Saint.

The seven people facing off remained motionless, both physically and mentally.

Like several statues, they stand between heaven and earth, enduring wind and rain.

Jiang Haitian held the magic bead in his hand, his face calm and expressionless.

Luo Pianhong frowned, her eyes fixed on the scene on the stage.

Yu Xiyan looked surprised, unable to believe that such a seemingly insurmountable situation could possibly produce a miracle.

Only Song Yanran's gaze remained fixed on the pair of tiger-head shoes in her hand, her eyes conveying an unfathomable emotion.

When the atmosphere reached its peak and the air became so oppressive that it was almost suffocating, an old man who used to sell sesame cakes in Qingyang City happened to pass by on his shoulder pole.

Witnessing this dramatic scene, the old man suddenly slung the rag over his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, they roared angrily at the two sides on the Daoxuan Platform.

Let's get him!

Your grandpa is still your grandpa.

The roaring sound instantly tolled the death knell for peace.

Wu Xiulin stepped forward, pointed at the six people opposite him, and slowly extended three fingers.

"Three moves. Unleash your full power, burn with the final glory of your lives, and then..."

He clenched his fist, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"May you die in the Yellow Springs!"

The level of sophistication is instantly boosted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Six Ghost Shadows decisively transformed into different forms, surrounding Wu Xiulin from six directions.

"Phantom Palm!"

The six people attacked simultaneously, with synchronized steps, body movements, and even the timing of their attacks.

Bang~

With a soft sound, six powerful palms struck the three-foot-high wall of energy in front of Wu Xiulin.

Wu Xiulin's lips curled slightly, his eyes were half-closed, and his hands were behind his back. He remained as still as a mountain, completely unharmed.

The next moment, the Emperor's might was unleashed, and all six people were forced back several steps.

He patted his shoulder, then said casually, "Phantom Palm? Terrible. Is there anything more amazing?"

Upon hearing this, the Six Ghost Shadows immediately changed their tactics.

The six figures merged into one, subtly revealing the aura of a quasi-emperor.

"Illusory God Demon Shadow Palm!"

A single, powerful palm strike caused a dramatic shift in the weather.

The moment the blow struck Wu Xiulin, a gust of wind swept through, stinging the cheeks of everyone present.

Luo Pianhong then waved his hand, and a protective barrier blocked the oppressive force, preventing innocent people from being harmed.

Boom~

The second explosion sent the Ghost Shadow Six flying to the ground once again, blasted away by Wu Xiulin's protective true energy.

The six people who were originally one were now separated again, looking disheveled.

"Haha, I thought these six people were capable of something, but they managed to fall flat on their faces while just standing there getting beaten up."

"It seems they were trying to grab attention and challenge that unattainable existence, but they ended up failing miserably."

"The people of the Demon Realm are barbaric and brainless. They think they can be invincible by manifesting their divine power, but little do they know that the world is far more vast than they imagine."

"How humiliating! How dare they challenge a Great Emperor cultivator? Aren't they just asking for trouble?"

The onlookers, witnessing this scene, began to comment on the pros and cons.

Even Luo Pianhong looked solemn.

She wanted to ask Song Yanran, but seeing that her eyes were fixed on the tiger-head shoes worn by the baby, she held back.

Only Yu Xiyan's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Haitian.

She was surprised that Jiang Haitian could remain so calm in the face of such a situation.

Is it just bluffing, or is he confident in his abilities?

The difference between the two sides on the Daoxuan stage can no longer be described as large; they are not even on the same level.

Wu Xiulin completely relaxed: "I thought you guys had some amazing backup plans, but now that you've used your strongest moves, it seems you've run out of tricks."

Having said that, he slowly raised his hand, intending to end the battle in one move.

"Alliance Leader Wu, do you want to breach the contract?"

Jiang Haitian suddenly spoke up to stop him.

"We agreed on a three-move timeframe, but you're already eager to pop the champagne halfway through after only two moves. Isn't that a bit too early?"

"What, you think there's still a chance to turn things around? Look at those ants. I only released some imperial pressure, and they're already in such a sorry state."

"Ha, really?"

Jiang Haitian sneered, then looked at the Ghost Shadow Six: "Are you bunch of trash just going to admit defeat like this?"

Upon hearing this, the Six Ghost Shadows immediately helped each other up and struggled to their feet, then dragged their weakened bodies around Wu Xiulin once again.

"cut……"

Wu Xiulin smiled dismissively.

"Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish. Make your move. After this final strike, the evil organization Ghost Shadow Six will cease to exist!"

He then pointed in Jiang Haitian's direction: "And you, I'm waiting to see the despair you feel when you take your own life."

Faced with Wu Xiulin's sarcastic remarks, the Six Ghost Shadows exchanged glances.

Then……

"Phantom Palm!"

The same move, the same routine, was struck at Wu Xiulin once more.

"Hehehe..."

Wu Xiulin smiled dismissively, shook his head, and the last trace of worry that had been hanging over him was completely relieved.

"Ignorant ants, at the end of their strength, they truly deserve to die, hahaha."

Just when he thought victory was assured, he suddenly felt a surge of electric current sweep through his body.

"Hmm, this is..."

In an instant, the protective qi barrier shattered, and six palm strikes simultaneously hit Wu Xiulin's body.

The next second, Wu Xiulin was horrified to discover that his cultivation was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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