"Good! Very good!"
Xiao Dingtian laughed in anger, violent murderous intent surged around him, and his blood-red eyes became more and more creepy.
He did not attack Ye Chen immediately, but his creepy gaze suddenly turned to the white-haired old man who had already collapsed.
“……!”
The white-haired old man met Xiao Dingtian's cold and creepy eyes, shuddered, and felt cold all over his body in an instant.
"thump!"
His legs went weak and he fell to his knees, trembling all over in fear.
"You, failed to protect my grandson."
Xiao Dingtian's voice was extremely cold, without a trace of emotion.
"You, damn it!"
The white-haired old man was directly sentenced to death.
"Grandfather, please spare my life! Grandfather, please spare my life!"
The white-haired old man was terrified and kowtowed to Xiao Dingtian frantically, begging for mercy.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The ground was shaken slightly by his knocks.
"This kid's move was too fast and too strange! This old slave... This old slave didn't even have time to react!"
He tried to make excuses and shirk responsibility in an incoherent manner.
"You can't even stop an ant at the Immortal Venerable Realm. You should go down and accompany my grandson!"
Xiao Dingtian looked at him with disdain.
After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, with his palm facing the white-haired old man kneeling on the ground, and a terrifying suction force emanated from his palm.
The white-haired old man felt that he was enveloped by an irresistible force, and his body flew towards Xiao Dingtian uncontrollably.
"ah!"
In the blink of an eye, his head was tightly grasped in Xiao Dingtian's palm.
"Ancestor, please spare my life! Ancestor...ah!"
The white-haired old man felt a terrifying force coming from his head, and it felt like his entire head was about to be crushed.
The severe pain made his face twisted, and he was still making a final plea for mercy in vain.
"What right do you, a loser, have to beg for mercy?"
Xiao Dingtian's voice was cold, and he squeezed his palm suddenly with force!
"Bang!"
A sound like a watermelon bursting was heard.
The white-haired old man's head exploded in Xiao Dingtian's palm like a watermelon.
Red and white brain matter and blood, mixed with the broken skull, splattered everywhere.
The scene was extremely cruel and bloody!
A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.
Being so cruel to his own disciples, the powerful people watching were silent for a moment.
Xiao Dingtian threw the headless body of the white-haired old man aside with a flick of his hand, and turned his eyes to Ye Chen again with murderous intent.
"Now, it's your turn!"
His voice was icy cold and chilling.
Ye Chen looked straight into Xiao Dingtian's murderous eyes.
"Okay, then let me see how powerful a late-stage saint is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the supreme Dao rhythm of the Wanfa Dao body in Ye Chen's body burst out again, and the Jinghong Sword in his hand made a clear and passionate sword sound, and his fighting spirit was rising.
Ye Chen knew very well that after killing Xiao Zhantian, he and Xiao Dingtian would be at war to the death. There was no room for reason and the only option was to fight.
"Humph! How shameless! A mere Immortal Venerable dares to challenge the might of a Saint!"
The murderous intent in Xiao Dingtian's eyes almost tore the sky apart. He raised his hand and slapped Ye Chen through the air.
A palm print from a saint with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth slapped towards Ye Chen. Wherever the palm print passed, the void collapsed and twisted.
The terrifying pressure made the strong men watching from afar feel a palpitation in their hearts and breathing became difficult.
"It's over!"
"When a saint is angry, millions of people will die! This young man will surely die!"
The powerful people watching subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the fall of a genius.
All those below the saint are ants. No matter how evil Ye Chen is, there is no way he can survive the saint's angry attack.
Facing this palm print of the saint that was powerful enough to crush everything, Ye Chen did not show any sign of retreat on his face.
He pushed the power of the Dao body of all things to the extreme, and the supreme Dao rhyme flowed around him.
"A stunning sword!"
Ye Chen let out an earth-shattering roar, and with all his strength, he swung the Jinghong Sword in his hand to chop down the saint's palm print that was designed to destroy the heavens and the earth.
"Buzz!"
An eternal sword intent interwoven with the supreme rhyme of the Dao of all things tore through space and collided with the palm print of the saint.
“Boom!!!”
There was a deafening bang.
In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sun and moon lost their light.
The terrifying energy ripples swept in all directions like a world-destroying tide.
The entire upper fairyland trembled under this blow, and cracks appeared in the space near the entrance of the Bloody Secret Realm.
Ye Chen only felt an irresistible force coming at him, and his whole body flew backwards dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string.
"puff!"
The man spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, dyeing half the sky red.
"He...he's not dead!"
"He actually blocked the Saint's attack!"
"A person at the Immortal Venerable Realm actually managed to withstand a palm strike from a Saint!"
In the distant void, those powerful onlookers who thought Ye Chen was doomed to die were all stunned and in disbelief.
Ye Chen's body fell heavily to the ground dozens of feet away, stirring up a cloud of dust.
He half-knelt on the ground with the Jinghong Sword in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Xiao Dingtian who was floating in the air with a sharp gaze.
"A late-stage Saint...is indeed not comparable to an early-stage Saint!"
Ye Chen thought to himself and had a preliminary estimate of the combat power of a late-stage saint.
Back then in Longyuan Pond, he had not yet forged the Dao Body of All Laws, and together with Ouyang Chuchu, he could barely kill the black dragon that had just entered the holy realm.
But if he faced a late-stage saint at that time, there would be no chance of winning.
"Now, I have forged the Dao Body of All Laws!"
"It's possible to fight against a late-stage Saint!"
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