Xiang Qianqiu suddenly lifted his head, his gaze deep and profound, as his two pupils, one large and one small, quickly merged. The aura around him was overwhelmingly grand as he stared straight at Chen Yuan and said:

"Hehehe... You've merely blocked some of my tricks, yet you dare boast so brazenly. Today, I will show you the vast difference between a Demi Immortal and a true Human Immortal!"

The terrifying aura surged higher and higher; Xiang Qianqiu's long hair danced wildly as rules coalesced around him, quickly solidifying into substance. The frightening light, like a pillar, shot straight into the sky.

The next moment, the light pillar formed by rules suddenly erupted. At the same time, the light of the Double Pupils in Xiang Qianqiu's eyes also exploded instantaneously, melding into one and shooting straight at Chen Yuan.

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...

In the vast, endless Void Turbulence, danger lurked everywhere. Each spatial turbulence posed a threat comparable to a mortal danger to any True Master below the Yang God.

Yet Moluo and the Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall ignored all of it. Their confrontation was no less intense than that between Chen Yuan and Xiang Qianqiu, perhaps even stronger.

That's because they both were genuine peak Human Immortals, entities with the Three Flowers atop their heads. With a wave of their hands, they could shatter the void and overturn the earth.

Here, they unleashed their supreme power without any restraint. The surging Demon Flame obscured the turbulence, transforming all visible space into a world of Demon Flame.

The powerful Killing Aura and Evil Qi condensed, taking form like blades of sharp edges. Each tremor could shatter the Void Turbulence within a thousand feet radius.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Golden Buddha Light spread across the void; Moluo revealed a towering Golden Body thousands of feet tall, with resplendent Buddha Light even capable of melting the spatial turbulence.

"Suppress!"

Amidst the deafening sound of thunder crashing, a constant rumbling explosion occurred, and in this place, rules transformed into everything—whether it was a Buddha's palm or a Bowl.

Rules are inherently formless, but those who control them can freely transform them into anything desired.

"Kill!"

The dry, zombie-like Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall let out a hoarse voice, similarly condensing a terrifyingly huge green palm aimed straight at Moluo's Golden Body.

This time, he truly unleashed his power partly because the reward Xiang Qianqiu offered was exceedingly substantial, and partly because he genuinely didn't want Moluo to interfere in the feud between Xiang Qianqiu and his son.

From the moment he decided to assist Xiang Qianqiu, Chen Yuan had to perish; otherwise, Seven Killings Hall would inevitably face destruction at Chen Yuan's hands, a minor matter in the scheme of things.

What he truly feared was that Chen Yuan might eventually seize control of the Central Plains, become the ruler, possessing unmatched power and influence. When that time comes, the Central Plains would have no place left for him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He would be forced into exile overseas, barely surviving.

Yet for a True Immortal who has weathered centuries of turmoil and been stable for hundreds of years, being forced to such ends feels degrading. No matter how indifferent one is to superficial things like pride, it remains unbearable.

Two giant palms clashed, rules collided, and green light and golden Buddha Light intertwined as if a terrifying entity was about to awaken.

Both sides held their ground for a moment before the golden Buddha Light and green Evil Qi exploded simultaneously, filling the void with terrifying roars, with shockwaves sweeping across dozens of miles.

Clearing the void turbulence within their engagement range, turning it into dust.

Unfortunately, within this Void Layer, the Void Turbulence is endless, constantly re-forming, and within moments, it was completely restored.

"Moluo!"

The Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall suddenly spoke, his voice echoing continuously.

"Do you have any last words to say?"

Moluo's gaze was indifferent, as if he were facing not an Immortal Sect ancestor but merely an ant. Not even his movements paused.

Endless rule-based power continued to surge towards his opponent.

"You want to know why I'm so certain Xiang Qianqiu will win, don't you?" The Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall smirked, his expression seemed extremely content.

"Now, I only wish to send you on your way; a thousand years of life lived as neither human nor ghost. Wouldn't it be better to reincarnate in the Pure Land and be reborn as a person?"

"Hahaha, you don't wish to know, yet I insist on telling you. The reason Xiang Qianqiu invited me to act, aside from the exceedingly tempting conditions he offered, is because he has already surpassed the Six Realms and achieved the Human Immortal state. In other words, Chen Yuan might already have fallen; how can a Yang God compare to an Immortal?

There's no point in fighting any longer!"

The Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall stared tightly at Moluo, waving to disperse the rule-based power sent by Moluo, and in an instant of distraction from his opponent, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

With a Divine Thought, in the midst of the boundless Void Turbulence, a rusty iron sword appeared, instantly shedding its rust and skyrocketing in power, transforming into a stream of light, directly piercing the top of the towering Golden Body.

As for the iron sword in his hand, it cracked inch by inch, transforming into rules.

"To fight against me, you're still far from capable!"

The Ancestral Master of Seven Killings Hall laughed wildly; before engaging in battle, he had made extensive preparations, using a fake sword to delude his opponent, while the real iron sword was hidden amid the Void Turbulence.

When the iron sword successfully broke defenses and struck the top of the Golden Body, the surrounding void fell silent for a moment. Then, terrifying rule-based power erupted, enveloping the Golden Body entirely.