"We must break through this realm..." Mo Yan wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Hou Yi with a wave of his hand.
"Help me keep an eye on Qingxuan Tianzun. Leave this severed hand to our fellow disciples."
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Hou Yi's face. "If this is all you have, then you have nothing to fear."
"Brother, you break this realm, and I'll destroy this ghost thing!"
Xing Tian nodded naively, "Okay!"
Mo Yan paused slightly and stepped aside.
His purpose in leaving Canglan and coming to Beizhou was simply to complete the task assigned by the Lord God. Being inexplicably involved in this chaotic battle was completely unexpected. If he could avoid fighting, he would naturally be happy to have some free time.
Of course, he wanted to see how powerful the two most famous disciples of Taixuan Jiufeng were.
When faced with a saint's severed hand, is it really possible to kill it with one strike?
Soon, he saw a scene that shocked him.
In mid-air, Xing Tian grinned, and his honest face slowly became fanatical and violent. The veins on his right hand, which was holding the battle axe upside down, were throbbing, and his blood and essence were full and boiling.
"cut!"
Amidst the roar, a black halo swept out from the sharp blade of the battle axe and slashed down vertically. The entire sky seemed to be torn apart by this black light. The terrifying power that caused the space to collapse slammed into the black broken hand.
Crack, a sound of porcelain breaking was heard, and the area made up of ash-like powder shattered.
"It's my turn!" Houyi stood in the air, a flash of thunder crossed the bright silver bow in his hand, and the next moment, it suddenly fell on the broken hand.
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