roar!
The nine giant dragons let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
Chen Nong, dressed as an old farmer, narrowed his eyes, picked up a hoe, jumped off the giant star chariot, and looked at the top of the immortal mountain with an unfriendly expression.
If Wan Tianzhou hadn't been a junior, Chen Nong would have already killed him based solely on his disrespectful words.
Du Buhui's heart tightened at Zhou Xingdou's subtly pointed words, but two years of working together prevented him from revealing his true intentions. Instead, he scoffed and said:
"I don't understand what you're saying. I have imperial blood flowing through my veins. Are you implying that the blood of the Universal Emperor is lowly?"
Zhou Xingdou did not refute Du Buhui's words, which were an attempt to label him, but also exposed his low-level thinking and his methods were too crude.
Those who are truly noble do not deign to use it.
"As expected, you can't change your lowly mindset; your heart is full of base schemes."
Zhou Xingdou's constant use of the word "lowly" stung Du Buhui's fragile self-esteem.
Even though he has now usurped the throne and become the Holy Son of the Universal Holy Land, he can never forget those humble days in the Du family.
Stephen Chow is undoubtedly provoking him, making it unbearable for him.
But he wasn't unwise enough to attack outright; a hint of killing intent flashed in his dark, deep eyes as he provoked him:
"You're nothing but empty talk, how dare you fight against this Holy Son? You're just a weakling who relies on words."
Zhou Xingdou slowly shook his head, not out of fear of battle, but out of regret that Wan Tianzhou had been possessed by such a guy.
At this moment, his patience was almost exhausted.
boom!
The majestic power of heaven reverberated between heaven and earth at this moment, and the clear sky instantly darkened. A thunderclap shook the nine heavens.
Above the sky, dark, oppressive clouds gathered, and the aura of endless divine punishment echoed throughout the sacred mountain range.
Suddenly, a gigantic finger, resembling a pillar of heaven, clashed with divine punishment and lightning patterns, burst forth from the tribulation clouds.
The giant finger was incredibly ancient and profound, its boundless power reverberating outwards, shaking the void and carrying the merciless will of heaven to destroy everything as it crushed towards Du Buhui.
Du Buhui's face lit up with joy, but a hint of sinister glint appeared in his eyes:
"You're courting death, so don't blame this Holy Son for suppressing you with his cultivation level!"
Having said that, Du Buhui gathered all his surging holy power at that moment, clenched his fists, and his fists shone brightly. His aura was as vast as the universe, causing the surrounding space to distort.
At this moment, the Thunder Emperor's Finger had already traversed thousands of miles of sky, and Du Buhui took a step forward and threw a punch to meet it.
A fist imprint, as dazzling as the sun, condensed and slammed towards the Thunder Emperor's giant finger with wide, sweeping motions.
Bang!
The moment the Thunder Emperor's Finger and the fist imprint collided, a deafening roar resounded for miles around. Thunder and light scattered in all directions at that moment, and the Thunder Emperor's Finger and the fist imprint shattered together, causing ripples to spread across the formation on the immortal mountain.
However, Du Buhui's body was blasted back several feet by this overwhelming power, and his face showed even more horror.
Not only Du Buhui, but also Wan Jiang and the old man protecting the Dao were shocked, because Zhou Xingdou's finger actually had the power of a peak Saint, and also faintly contained the aura of the Supreme Saint Tribulation.
However, Zhou Xingdou's cultivation level was only at the early stage of God King, and he did not unleash any holy power. In fact, Zhou Xingdou was still standing with his hands behind his back and his face was indifferent, as if he had not used his full strength.
Du Buhui also looked incredulous, after all, in his limited perspective, realm was everything:
"You've concealed your cultivation level?"
"You've used the Great Bright Fist Seal like this, it's shameful!"
A hint of mockery appeared in Zhou Xingdou's eyes. The true meaning of the Great Bright Fist Seal was upright and unstoppable. If it were used by Wan Tianzhou, Zhou Xingdou's casual Thunder Emperor Finger might not be a match for it.
However, after coming into contact with the Thunder Emperor's Finger, Du Buhui actually felt fear towards its aura of divine punishment, causing the power of the Great Bright Fist Seal to plummet and be easily broken by the Thunder Emperor's Finger.
Zhou Xingdou had no intention of stopping there. How could he let him go so easily? He wanted to see just how strong he was and whether he could really defeat a saint.
Even if Du Buhui was terrible, his body was still among the best of the saints, incomparable to ordinary saints.
However, this time Zhou Xingdou did not use any special techniques or supernatural powers. He simply extended his palm and struck Du Buhui's just-steadied figure in an instant.
The moment he raised his palm, all 150 million giant elephant particles around him were activated, and a giant elephant phantom roared to the sky.
The Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force erupted with its full power, its blood energy soaring to the heavens
The combined power of one dragon and five thousand jiaos caused the heavens and earth to lose their color, shaking the universe and surging forth.
What is the concept of the power of one dragon and five thousand jiao? The power of one jiao is one hundred million jin, and the power of ten thousand jiao is equal to that of one dragon.
This force of 1.5 trillion units is beyond the comprehension of even a saint.
With a single move, everything was utterly destroyed!
Du Buhui's expression changed drastically, and he condensed another Great Bright Fist imprint, wanting to directly confront Zhou Xingdou's palm that swept across the heavens and earth.
boom!
The immense divine power clashed, and the terrifying force of Zhou Xingdou's palm directly struck the Great Bright Fist Imprint.
In an instant, the Great Bright Fist Imprint, which had been known for its stability and dominance, was reduced to dust like a withered tree by this powerful palm strike, blasted into pieces with an unparalleled force!
Du Buhui felt as if Mount Tai had pressed down on him. His eyes widened in anger, and he let out a muffled groan. In an instant, he spat out a mouthful of holy blood, and his body, which had just stopped, was once again blown backward.
His dark, sinister eyes were now filled with horror:
"How...is this possible!"
Since Du Buhui seized Wan Tianzhou's body, even though he wasn't very skilled at it at first, he had been able to completely overwhelm opponents of the same realm, which made him extremely confident.
After entering the Holy Realm, even the saints of the Holy Land of the Universe were left battered and bruised under his Great Bright Fist Imprint, almost powerless to fight back.
How could he believe that such a powerful body was being defeated by Zhou Xingdou, a god-king who had not yet entered the saint realm?
Looking at Du Buhui's disheveled state, Zhou Xingdou's eyes were filled with disdain.
His current terrifying strength is unimaginable among his peers and cannot be judged by common sense. He is invincible among the younger generation in the Primordial Realm. Unless someone breaks through to the Saint Realm, it will be difficult for him to use his full strength.
Now, unless a Saint Realm cultivator is solely focused on escaping and uses teleportation techniques to make it difficult for Zhou Xingdou to catch up, they can only suffer a bitter end in his hands!
Perhaps only those ancient freaks who have never been born, sons of emperors, can compete with him in the same realm.
If this body were occupied by Wan Tianzhou, he might be able to retaliate and exchange a few blows with Zhou Xingdou, but Du Buhui is not qualified yet.
His hidden weakness and baseness, along with the darkness in his heart, could not support Wan Tianzhou's body, which cultivated the invincible technique, nor could he control the power of righteousness.
Wan Jiang, the Grand Elder of the Universal Holy Land, also shook his head. Others might not be able to see it, but as a half-step Supreme, he could tell that his Holy Son's defeat was inevitable.
But he still couldn't believe it. Zhou Xingdou was fighting against the Heavenly Palace of the Sacred Realm, so why did it seem like the roles were reversed when they actually started fighting?
"Is this the power of the Zhou family's esteemed son?"
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