A strange glimmer appeared in his hand, and in an instant, a suction force so strong that it was suffocating suddenly erupted.
Xu Mizi suddenly let out a scream of extreme pain: "Ah...ah!" The scream echoed in the void, as if it was going to shatter the entire space.
"Hongjun! Hongjun!" He shouted desperately at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with endless fear and unwillingness.
With this cry, the spiritual power in his body surged out like a flood, and his face became old and haggard in an instant, as if in this instant, he had experienced the vicissitudes of a thousand years and the vitality of life was being ruthlessly drained away.
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In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who had originally closed his eyes to rest with a peaceful atmosphere surrounding him, suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of shock and anger flashed in his eyes for an instant, and his calm eyes seemed to be burning with flames of anger.
Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly found himself locked in place.
Fang Shuquan, who was standing next to Gu Taichu, had a gaze as sharp as lightning, like two materialized lightning bolts, shooting straight at the distant Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun was not to be outdone, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared back.
The two were separated by billions of miles, but it seemed as if they had crossed endless time and space, and engaged in a thrilling confrontation.
Where their eyes met, it seemed as if countless sparks were colliding wildly, the void was shaking violently, and tiny cracks in space spread out in an instant like a spider web.
After a brief stare, a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Hongjun's mouth, looking particularly glaring on his fair face.
He knew very well that the situation was extremely unfavorable at the moment, so he quickly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing, trying to calm the surging qi and blood in his body.
Fang Shuquan also withdrew his gaze and turned around to meet Gu Taichu's meaningful eyes. He nodded slightly, conveying an unspoken message.
Gu Taichu revealed a meaningful smile, which was filled with the confidence and arrogance of someone who was in control of everything, as if everything in the world was within his calculations.
Then, the suction force in his hand suddenly increased several times, like a ferocious prehistoric beast opening its mouth to devour everything.
Xu Mizi's last bit of spiritual power was ruthlessly extracted, and he instantly turned into a dying, shriveled old man. The breath of life became extremely weak at this moment.
"No...no...Master, Master!" Chaos Donkey was heartbroken and burst into tears. His cry was like a cuckoo crying blood, full of endless sorrow.
It rushed towards the magic circle frantically, regardless of everything, using all its strength in each collision, as if it wanted to smash the magic circle into pieces and rescue its master.
However, the magic circle only trembled slightly, as if mocking its presumption. However, it itself was broken and bleeding, and bright red blood splattered in the void, staining the surrounding space red.
You know, it is a Holy Emperor, but even after damaging its holy body, it was unable to cause any damage to the magic circle. This shows how incredibly strong this huge magic circle is.
Duobao, Houtu and others looked as solemn as iron. Their expressions seemed to be frozen, full of shock and fear.
Just as they were in shock, Xu Mizi exploded in Gu Taichu's hands.
Immediately afterwards, a breeze blew by, completely blowing away his body that had turned into ashes. The peak-level powerful Saint Emperor was destroyed in both body and soul, and dissipated in the vast sky and earth.
Everyone was frightened by Gu Taichu's cruel methods, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He closed his eyes and began to carefully feel the instantly increased strength in his body.
A terrifyingly powerful aura surged from his body into the sky, like a violent hurricane, overwhelming the Antarctic Immortal and the others and sending them flying.
They flew around like cannonballs, falling to the ground with despair and helplessness, making dull thuds.
Everyone had a look of pain on their faces, with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. The bright red blood slowly flowed down the corners of their mouths, standing out particularly on their terrified faces.
Even if someone was seriously injured, they didn't dare to make a sound. Their eyes revealed deep fear of Gu Taichu, as if he was the demon who dominated life and death, and if they were not careful, they would be ruthlessly wiped out by him.
"Congratulations to Gu Di for recovering his strength to the high level of Saint Emperor!" Fang Shuquan and Zhang Xingmao beside him congratulated in unison, their voices echoing in this depressing space.
"He has only recovered to the high stage of Saint Emperor, there is still a long way to go!" Gu Taichu seemed dissatisfied, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
Then, he swept his cold gaze over the people falling around the palace. His gaze was like a materialized sharp blade, as if it wanted to pierce through everyone.
"What? Aren't you happy for me?" His voice was icy cold, as if it came from the Netherworld, making people shudder.
The bloodthirsty gaze frightened Nanji Xianweng and others so much that they trembled all over, as if they were struck by an electric current.
The Immortal of the South Pole hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully, "Congratulations, Junior Master, your strength has recovered to the high level of the Saint Emperor!" There was an obvious tremor in his voice, revealing his inner fear.
Seeing this, the others followed suit, kowtowed respectfully, and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the leader for recovering to the high stage of Saint Emperor!" The voices rose one after another, but they were all filled with fear and helplessness.
"No! No! You have to call me Gu Di, call me Gu Di!" Gu Taichu's face showed a sinister look, like an enraged beast.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Antarctic Immortal like an eagle grabbing a chick. His movements were quick and decisive, with no mercy in sight.
"Junior Master, no...Gu Di!" The Immortal of the South Pole was suddenly frightened and panicked, his voice filled with fear and despair.
Although the other disciples of the Chan sect were dissatisfied, they did not dare to step forward to rescue him.
It was because Zhang Xingmao released a powerful Saint Emperor pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on them, making them unable to move. They could only watch their eldest brother fall into despair, their hearts filled with grief, anger and helplessness.
"I don't like you calling me Junior Uncle, nor do I like you calling me Alliance Leader. I only like you calling me Gu Di!" Gu Taichu roared at the top of his lungs, and the roar exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
Then, a suction force came from his hand, swallowing everything like a black hole.
"Ah!" The Immortal of the South Pole screamed in pain, and this scream seemed to be his last struggle of life.
In the blink of an eye, he followed in Xu Mizi's footsteps and disappeared with the wind, leaving only deathly silence.
The disciples of the Chan Sect watched helplessly as their eldest brother was completely destroyed. Although they were filled with grief and indignation, they did not dare to show any anger.
They knew very well that in the face of such absolute strength, any resistance would be futile, and they could only bury their anger and sorrow deep in their hearts.
"Weak, so weak that it can withstand no attack!" Gu Taichu's face was full of disgust, and his eyes seemed to be examining a group of useless ants, full of contempt and disdain.
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