Upon seeing this, the sage's expression changed drastically. He knew that if he were to take this attack head-on, he would likely not be able to escape unscathed.
He hurriedly waved his sleeves, and a powerful force surged forth from them, as turbulent as a raging storm.
He flicked his sleeve forcefully, and a burst of seven-colored light flew out from it, rising instantly above his head like a dazzling star.
The rosy glow in the sky rippled and shimmered, like a dreamlike ocean, a breathtaking sight.
Just then, a seven-colored lotus flower slowly emerged from the rosy light, as if it were a divine object born from chaos.
The primordial energy on the lotus flows endlessly, as if it contains endless mysteries.
As the lotus flower emerged, a rich aura of yin virtue also bloomed, as warm and gentle as the spring sunshine.
This is a precious lotus of innate virtue born from the universe. It is created by the universe and condenses the wonders of the virtues of all heavens, containing incomparably powerful defensive power.
The moment the Heavenly Thunder struck the Lotus, the entire world seemed to freeze.
The terrifying power of lightning collided with the yin virtue power on the lotus, bursting forth with dazzling light and deafening roar.
Baolian swayed slightly under the impact of the lightning, but remained steadfast, like an unshakeable mountain.
The power of that Yin virtue was like an invisible net, wrapping the power of lightning layer by layer and gradually dissolving its power.
Sensing the power of the Heavenly Thunder, the sage couldn't help but marvel inwardly...
It was as if the entire world had frozen in time, and the terrifying Heavenly Thunder, after its most violent outburst, finally subsided at its peak.
The lotus that was originally suspended in the air maintained its previous posture and continued to spin rapidly for several more times, with endless Yin virtue power rippling out like water.
The raging divine lightning seemed to be under a spell, instantly turning into ethereal, formless things and disappearing without a trace.
However, at this seemingly settled moment, before the saint could even show the slightest joy, his vision blurred and a figure appeared abruptly before him like a ghost.
The person who arrived was none other than Hu Le.
Hu Le was always decisive and never liked to waste words with people. He simply raised his bamboo staff and swung it straight at the saint with unstoppable momentum.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the sage suddenly produced a gleaming sword in his hand.
When the bamboo staff came crashing down like a storm, he didn't hesitate at all, and held his sword horizontally, blocking it in front of him like an impregnable wall.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud clang, the hard and sharp sword clashed violently with the ancient and heavy bamboo staff, and a powerful force of the Great Dao burst forth from the bamboo staff.
The power of the Great Dao surged forth from the bamboo staff like a raging ocean wave.
This sage had endured countless hardships to achieve Hunyuan, but faced with this sudden and immense power, he was unable to withstand it on the spot, and his body was involuntarily thrown backward.
Its body traced a long arc in the air, crashing and shattering the void as it flew.
Hu Le's heart was filled with murderous intent, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the bamboo staff in his hand swayed slightly, with wisps of divine light beginning to gather.
As the boundless primordial divine light condensed at the tip of the staff, it shimmered with a mysterious and dazzling light, like stars, as if it were about to illuminate the entire world.
As the bamboo staff swayed, the divine light gradually transformed into a crescent-shaped blade of energy, its edges as sharp as knives, radiating a chilling aura.
The moment the air blade flew out, it emitted a sharp screech, like an owl crying in the darkness.
It transformed into a straight arc of light, moving at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the saint who thought he could escape.
A burst of blood-red light exploded in the air, resembling a blooming crimson lotus flower, both magnificent and tragic. Blood mist filled the void, as if telling the story of the fragility and impermanence of life.
The air blade, like a merciless scythe of death, slid across the saint's waist without the slightest mercy.
Instantly, the saint let out a shrill scream as his body was severed in two at the waist, blood flowing like a torrent, staining the surrounding void red.
The saint's eyes, which had been filled with terror, were now filled with despair. He knew he was in dire straits and could no longer reverse the defeat.
In that critical moment, the sage hastily released his primordial spirit, soaring into the sky with a whoosh, transforming into a beam of clear light, and grabbing the precious lotus beside him, attempting to escape using the lotus's power.
He was filled with regret and resentment, regretting that he had provoked this powerful opponent and ended up in such a state.
Hu Le looked at the sage's primordial spirit that was about to escape, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He pointed his fingers and softly shouted, "Thunder, come!"
His voice echoed in the void like thunder, shaking people to their core.
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, as if it were a punishment from heaven for the saint.
The lightning bolt was incredibly powerful, instantly engulfing the saint's primordial spirit. After a series of shrill screams, the primordial spirit dissipated into the void.
Thus, this fierce battle finally came to an end.
Hu Le stood quietly in place, his gaze deep and calm, as if what he had just experienced was merely a trivial interlude...
Hu Le's cold face showed no emotion whatsoever. He stood there quietly, as if the act of killing that Hunyuan Saint was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
The mournful cry emanating from the remaining lotus flower echoed in the void, as if it were lamenting its master's resentment and helplessness.
After circling slowly in the air once, as if it knew its fate, it resolutely plunged into the endless void and disappeared without a trace.
Hu Le narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of indifference flashing in them.
He was not a bloodthirsty person. His purpose in killing this Primordial Saint was simply to teach the saints of this world a profound lesson, so that they would understand that there are some people they cannot afford to offend.
As for why he let the lotus flower escape, as a being of noble birth in this world, he would naturally not stoop to snatching the treasure of a mere Primordial Saint.
As for why he would try to seize the Primordial Embryo, the reason is not complicated.
Since the Primordial Embryo was originally ownerless, his act of taking it over made it difficult for others to find a suitable reason to criticize him, even if they had some dissatisfaction.
After all, in this vast primordial universe, the competition for resources is fierce, and treasures like the Primordial Embryo drive countless powerful beings crazy.
Once it's born, it often attracts countless people vying for it. In the end, who gets it depends on everyone's own methods; no one can really say for sure...
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