Not only did the Seven Emperors recognize Ying Xiaoxiao's true soul, in the Immortal Cities of Yan and Chu, countless faces filled with grief and anger turned to shock at this mont.
They were the remnants of the past, ancient ministers of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty. How could they not recognize the Direct Disciple under the Great Emperor, the War God General of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty?!
She did not perish but hid in the long River of Ti, unknown to anyone.
Tears of warmth stread down their faces. If they had known earlier, they would have spared no effort to seek her out and use all their strength to assist her.
At this mont, a colorful aura of Ti Power erged from Ying Xiaoxiao's body. At her forehead, a round radiance appeared, spinning like a multicolored gemstone.
Li Hao stood beside her and was suddenly startled; everything around seed to have stopped, becoming slow and with an exceedingly sluggish flow.
A terrifying power of ti enveloped Ying Xiaoxiao.
The deep breath of Ti Origin was chilling, as if it could pull one into a bottomless abyss, making escape impossible.
"Break!"
Ying Xiaoxiao raised her hand. Under the gaze of countless people in the Southern Domain, amidst thousands of eyes, her delicate and fair hand softly pressed against the void, seemingly with no montum, yet as if traversing from within the ages.
"Not good, Ji Ming Young Master, quickly dodge!!"
Suddenly, the Emperor Clan elder restraining Wang Shanhe's eyes narrowed and urgently shouted furiously.
Emperor Ji Ming, at this mont, had already mobilized all his strength. Earlier, when the other took his palm, he realized this girl was extraordinary. Even though he had cultivated the Ti Origin Path to the Sixth Realm, the dense Ti Origin breath still gave him a suffocating feeling, so he held no contempt.
However, the other palm at this mont contained no strength whatsoever.
Indeed, he did not feel the stormy immortal power, nor did he sense any killing intent from her.
Yet... suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation, why would he?
As a Quasi-Emperor's Son who fought his way through family battles, he imdiately erupted with Dao Domain power, raising his hand and consecutively unleashing three Great Emperor's Heaven-Sorrowing Hands, compressing the space-ti before him into an explosion. Countless immortal power shot out, law chains clattering, attempting to bind everything.
Under that violent Emperor's Hand, the fair hand was so gentle, as if plucking a Qinglian from a snowy mountain.
Bang!
An oppressive sound like all things silenced suddenly erupted. Imdiately, the three Emperor's Hands releasing endless might were suddenly frozen, then shattered.
Together with the shattered, also was the Dao Domain enveloping the surrounding heavens and earth, and Emperor Ji Ming himself.
His pupils dilated, eyes shattered, fissures erupted within him, his cultivation rapidly declined, his Emperor Blood swiftly depleted, hair turned gray in an instant, as if aged a thousand years, spewing mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood, body staggering from exhaustion.
"You..."
With a bang, as soon as he uttered one word, his body exploded, under the gaze of the crowd, turning into a mist of blood!
In the previous mont, a peerless talent like a transcendent ancient immortal suddenly declined, body burst; this scene left countless people stunned, staring blankly, minds numb.
"How could this be?!"
The Immortal Lords present were all dumbstruck, then filled with fright.
The aura that girl released was also at the Seventh Level of Immortal Monarch Realm, yet she matched and even overwheld the Quasi-Emperor's Son with a re palm, causing his body to explode!
Including the other's Primordial Spirit, its breath was now withering rapidly, wilting, seemingly about to dissipate!
"A palm from childhood spanning nearly a thousand years, how dreadful the Ti Control Power, achieving Ti Origin Seventh Layer at Immortal Monarch Realm..."
The kings present were horrified, like seeing a ghost looking at the girl.
Many among them had not fathod the Ti Origin to such a degree.
In the void, Emperor Ji Ming's physical body had already turned to dust, his Primordial Spirit was withering, like a fla of the soul, burning and struggling desperately, emitting harrowing screams, ultimately wobbly like a candle in the wind!
The power of that delicate palm shocked countless people.
"Supre, please save our Young Master!"
The Emperor Clan elder urgently raised his head, appealing to the Supre in the mist.
Although he himself could kill that girl, restraining the nearby frenzied Immortal King and considering her ruthless ans, even he couldn't salvage the situation.
Hearing the request, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes turned cold, looking up at the Supre.
Seeing those lofty figures standing among the radiant glows, one strand suddenly shot forth, traversing space and ti, entering Emperor Ji Ming's drifting Primordial Spirit.
Soon, the Primordial Spirit stabilized rapidly, and his powdered body began regenerating swiftly, recovering in the blink of an eye.
Rather than recovering, it seed more like reversal, akin to ti flowing backward, everything returning to its original form!
If Ying Xiaoxiao smote Emperor Ji Ming from a thousand years ago, reflecting into the present, then the Supre reversed a thousand years, erasing even the Power of Ti traversed in that ti!
Seeing this, the Emperor Clan elder breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Supre intervened, everything would be fine, no one dares cause trouble before the Supre, no one dares slaughter.
This turning of events left countless people in silence; one palm for annihilation, yet rebirth in a single instant, although Emperor Ji Ming ca back to life, the forces displayed by the girl left countless in awe.
Thought Emperor Ji Ming was invincible at Immortal Monarch Realm, but unexpectedly, he could not withstand the palm of a girl within the sa Realm!
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