Just then, after Mo Wendao steadied himself, a resolute look flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and then roared again, "The power of primordial gold!"
Suddenly, Mo Wendao's body was enveloped by a dazzling golden light, as if he were bathed in this mysterious radiance.
Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed like lightning, rushing straight towards Meng at an astonishing speed.
Despite Mo Wendao's swift and fierce attack, Meng remained calm and composed.
Instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he had expected all of this.
"Oh? You want to have a physical encounter with me?"
There was a hint of mockery in Meng's voice.
"That's exactly right!"
Mo Wendao responded without backing down, his tone firm and confident.
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng's body was instantly covered by a layer of golden light.
This layer of light, like armor, tightly enveloped him.
Then, without hesitation, Meng met Mo Wendao's attack head-on, rushing straight towards him like a golden meteor.
In an instant, two golden beams of light converged in the void, producing a deafening roar.
The force of the impact was so great that the entire void seemed to tremble.
Each collision unleashed a terrifying energy surge, like a powerful shockwave that swept outwards in all directions.
Wherever these energy fluctuations passed, the void seemed to be torn apart, with countless cracks appearing, densely intertwined.
Yuan Wuluo, who was in the viewing platform, suddenly noticed that Yuan Haoran's expression was somewhat unusual.
Yuan Haoran's brows were furrowed, and his expression became unusually solemn, as if he were facing some kind of immense pressure.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Wuluo's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "Haoran, what's wrong? Is something the problem?"
Upon hearing Yuan Wuluo's question, Yuan Haoran slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting Yuan Wuluo's.
Then he spoke, "Wu Luo, what do you think of my physical strength?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Wuluo replied without hesitation, "Is there any need to say more? With the strength of your original immortal body and Dao embryo."
"Apart from the Divine Child, you are undoubtedly the number one in the same realm!"
However, at that moment, Yuan Haoran spoke with a solemn expression: "No! Wu Luo, you are wrong!"
His voice was heavy and helpless, as if he were carrying immense pressure.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Wuluo's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "Haoran, what do you mean by this?"
Yuan Haoran took a deep breath and slowly said, "The physical strength that these two emperors are currently displaying is truly terrifying, far exceeding my imagination."
"Even among those of the same level, I would absolutely be unable to contend with him."
His words struck Yuan Wuluo like a thunderclap.
Yuan Wuluo stared wide-eyed at Yuan Haoran in disbelief, his shock beyond words.
His gaze was fixed on the two people clashing fiercely in the void, as if he wanted to see through the intense battle to understand the true strength of the two emperors' physical bodies.
After a long while, Yuan Wuluo slowly came back to his senses, sighed helplessly, and said, "Is this why celestial bodies can be superior to us imperial bodies?"
His words revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he felt utterly frustrated by the gap.
Then, Yuan Wuluo's gaze involuntarily turned to Yuan Zhexian, and he secretly wondered, "I wonder which of these two emperors has the better physical body, the Divine Son or the Divine Son?"
At this moment, the clash between Mo Wendao and Meng became increasingly intense. Their powers intertwined and collided in the air, producing bursts of roar.
Mo Wendao showed no weakness and instantly unleashed an extremely terrifying chilling aura. This chilling aura seemed to come from an extremely cold place, so cold that it made people shudder.
As he moved, the chilling aura quickly condensed into a powerful force, like a roaring ice dragon, which hurtled straight toward Meng Hong.
Seeing this, Meng curled up a disdainful smile and mocked, "The power of primordial ice is indeed powerful, but it is far from enough in front of me!"
Having said that, he quickly raised his arms, and all the strength in his body gathered together like a surging wave, forming a terrifying force.
Meng shouted, "The power of primordial chaos destruction!"
This power is like the primordial chaos at the beginning of the universe, containing endless destruction and devastation.
In an instant, their fists collided violently, producing a deafening roar.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire space was shaken by their power.
However, this fierce clash did not result in a clear winner; the strength of both sides reached a delicate balance in an instant, and neither could easily defeat the other.
But at that moment, Meng suddenly roared, and all his strength erupted in an instant, like a volcano about to erupt.
This powerful force pressed down on Mo Wendao like a tidal wave, catching him off guard and causing him to be violently knocked back.
Mo Wendao, like a kite with a broken string, streaked through the air in a long line of light before crashing heavily to the ground.
With a deafening roar, a deep, bottomless crater was smashed into the ground, dust billowed up, and it seemed as if the whole world trembled.
After a while, the dust gradually settled, and Mo Wendao's figure slowly emerged from the pit.
His body trembled slightly, and a trace of white immortal blood clung to the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.
In that instant, Mo Wendao's body suddenly erupted with a terrifying power that made one's heart tremble, as if the whole world was shaking.
His hands moved with lightning speed, and the immortal seal rapidly condensed at his fingertips, emitting a dazzling light.
At the same time, the eight small rings in the seal behind Mo Wendao seemed to be activated, instantly radiating colorful light that complemented each other, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Mo Wendao's voice boomed through the air like thunder: "The Eight Sources Return to Their Origin!"
As his words fell, the entire world seemed to be ignited, instantly enveloped in eight colors of light.
These eight rays of light intertwine and entwine, forming a huge energy vortex that continuously attracts energy from heaven and earth, converging it into the eight small rings.
An earth-shattering power instantly spread out.
Everyone present was stunned by what they saw. They stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror as they watched this terrifying force. Some even felt their legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground.
At that moment, Meng Jian was equally unyielding. He quickly formed a celestial seal with both hands, and the seal behind him also burst forth with a dazzling golden light, as scorching as the sun.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Jian let out a roar: "The Origin of Primordial Chaos!"
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