In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, where the wind howled and sand and stones flew due to the quasi-saintly pressure of the ghost carriage, it seemed as if some invisible force had pressed the pause button in that instant.

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and even the blood-red haze that permeated the air seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, a violent fluctuation of divine sense arose from the crowd. It was the shock caused by the loss of Dao hearts among countless cultivators. A rogue cultivator at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm stared wide-eyed, his primordial spirit trembling slightly under this pressure. His voice became hoarse from extreme shock...

"That's a Quasi-Saint! A Quasi-Saint who has severed one of his corpses! He, a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, actually dares to challenge a Quasi-Saint?"

"In the primordial world, the difference in cultivation levels is like an insurmountable chasm! Although there is only one cultivation level between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint, that is a transformation in the level of life itself. How can one fight someone like that?"

All the cultivators present, except for the Wu Clan, were stunned by Xing Tian's extremely arrogant words, which made their scalps tingle.

In their understanding, in the primordial world, strength is paramount, and the suppression of realm is absolute.

It is unheard of for someone with the physique of a Great Luo Immortal to defeat a Quasi-Saint.

But Xing Tian actually took the initiative to challenge him!

In mid-air, when Guiche heard Xingtian's challenge, he was slightly taken aback, as if he had heard some unbelievable joke.

Then, two balls of angry flame suddenly flared up in his narrow eyes, which shimmered with an eerie green light.

"Good! Good! Good!!" Ghost Cart laughed in extreme anger, its voice like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine.

His chest heaved violently, clearly enraged by Xing Tian's arrogance.

As a quasi-saint, it's bad enough that he was insulted by a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, but now the other party even dares to shamelessly issue a challenge, and use it as a condition to take him to see the Ancestral Witch!

For him, this was like throwing his dignity to the ground and then stomping on it!

However, the ghost car did not refuse.

Deep within his eyes, besides anger, a cold, calculating glint flashed. "Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, don't blame me! As long as I don't kill you, as long as you're alive, the Ancestral Witches can't find fault. I'll use you to establish my authority, to let all the beings of this primordial world see that the power of a Quasi-Saint is not to be trifled with! I'll also let the Twelve Ancestral Witches know that my strength, Guiche's, is absolutely sufficient to join the Elder Hall and share in the Witch Clan's fortune!!!"

"Since you are so determined to lose, I will grant your wish!"

Guiche snorted coldly, his figure remaining still, but the void behind him suddenly collapsed.

A terrifying aura, several times stronger than before, surged into the sky, transforming into a phantom of a nine-headed monster bird that blotted out the sun.

The strange bird raised its nine heads to the sky at the same time and let out a piercing cry, which caused ripples to spread throughout the surrounding 100,000 miles.

"kill!"

Xing Tian didn't waste any words. He roared and kicked his legs hard in the air.

Boom!

It transformed into a golden light that tore through the heavens and earth, heading straight for the ghost carriage.

The giant axe in his hand traced a mysterious trajectory in mid-air, without any fancy supernatural powers or light effects, only the purest and most extreme power!

This axe strike seemed to sever even the river of time, leaving behind a black spatial rift that could not heal for a long time.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to show it off before me!"

Guiche looked disdainful. He didn't even use any magic weapons. He simply raised his right hand slowly. His withered palm, like an eagle's claw, was surrounded by an extremely dense dark red power of law.

That was the fusion of the laws of poison and the laws of wind that he had comprehended.

He curled his fingers into claws.

He lightly flicked the giant axe that was coming at him.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar that shattered metal and split rocks erupted, causing countless cultivators below to cover their ears in pain, blood flowing from their seven orifices.

A blinding burst of sparks erupted in the sky. Xing Tian's powerful axe strike, capable of splitting ten thousand mountains, was actually blocked by Gui Che's nonchalant finger strike!

Moreover, an overwhelming and terrifying recoil force surged along the giant axe, crashing into Xing Tian's chest like a raging sea.

"puff!"

Xing Tian shuddered and spat out a dark golden blood arrow containing immense spiritual energy.

He flew backward like a meteorite, and wherever he passed, space shattered like fragile glass, leaving a dark void rift tens of thousands of feet long.

The powerful impact even shattered the mountain range stretching for millions of miles below into dust in an instant, barely managing to shatter the void and stabilize his body.

"Hiss—is this the power of a Quasi-Saint? This is terrifying!"

"A mere casual strike was enough to severely injure the Great Witch Xingtian! The gap between a Great Luo Immortal and a Quasi-Saint is indeed insurmountable!"

The cultivators watching from below shook their heads and sighed upon seeing this.

In their view, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

Although Xing Tian's courage was commendable, it was all in vain in the face of absolute power.

However, Xing Tian, ​​who was knocked away, did not show the despair or fear that everyone had expected.

He stretched out his thick thumb and fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking down at his hands, which were gripping the giant axe and bleeding profusely from the splits between his thumb and forefinger, Xing Tian's eyes did not flinch; instead, they blazed with an unprecedented fervent light!

"That felt great! That was fucking great! Again!!!"

Xingtian roared to the sky, his voice filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

boom!

He transformed into a golden ray once more, rushing towards the ghost carriage like a moth drawn to a flame.

Guiche formed hand seals, and a dark red poisonous wind howled out.

This is no ordinary wind, but the Nine Netherworld Wind, intertwined with the laws of corruption!

Wherever the storm passed, even the void was corroded, releasing stench-filled black water.

Faced with this overwhelming killing intent, Xing Tian neither dodged nor evaded. The poisonous wind, like billions of steel blades scraping his bones, left deep, bone-revealing wounds on his bronze-colored flesh.

The dark red power of the law, like a maggot clinging to his bone, frantically devoured his life force.

But suddenly, a vast and fierce aura burst forth from Xing Tian's body, soaring straight into the sky. The domineering and unparalleled Pangu bloodline was like a tangible furnace fire, and the blood and qi turned into smoke, which actually burned away all the alien laws that had invaded his body, turning them into black smoke and dissipating!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Xingtian was like a tireless, painless fighting machine.

He was repeatedly repelled by the ghost car and severely injured time and time again, but after each defeat, he would charge forward again with even greater speed and ferocity.

In these near-self-destructive collisions, the Law of War within Xing Tian's body began to boil!

As the battle continued, Xing Tian sustained more and more wounds, and his body was stained with blood.

What's astonishing is that his aura didn't weaken due to his serious injuries; instead, it seemed to rise little by little, like pure gold being tempered in a raging fire!

Strands of dark golden law patterns began to emerge and wander on the surface of his skin.

Every time he swung his giant axe, it carried not only pure physical strength, but also the true meaning of a law that could tear everything apart and shatter all things!