Xuan Shen’s gaze shifted towards Yun Lintian, his eyes narrowing slightly. He observed Yun Lintian’s aura, his presence, his deanor. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.
"A True God?" Xuan Shen said, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "I have never seen such a young True God like you before."
His words echoed through the sect, sending a wave of shock through the remaining cultivators. A True God? The re ntion of such a being sent shivers down their spines. True Gods were beings of imnse power, their existence beyond their comprehension.
This young man who provoked them was actually a True God!?
Yun Lintian, his gaze fixed on Xuan Shen, remained calm. Compared to the True Gods he t back to this tiline, Xuan Shen was relatively stronger just by the aura alone. As expected from a True God in the Primordial Era.
"You have caused considerable damage to my sect," Xuan Shen began, his voice steady and devoid of anger. "You have eliminated my elders and disciples. I must ask, what is your purpose in coming here and causing such trouble?"
Yun Lintian, his expression unchanged, t Xuan Shen’s gaze. He didn’t directly answer the question. Instead, he posed his own. "Tell . How many True Gods like yourself serve under the God of Darkness?"
Xuan Shen’s brow furrowed, his eyes flashing with a hint of suspicion. He observed Yun Lintian, trying to discern his true intentions, to see through the layers of his calm deanor.
"Why do you ask?" Xuan Shen countered. "What interest do you have in such matters?"
Yun Lintian thought for a mont and said, "Since you don’t want to tell , I will force you to do it."
Crackle!
Without warning, Yun Lintian launched his attack. The Frostmourne Spear, now imbued with the God Marks of Thunder and Fire, transford into a weapon of devastating power.
Bolts of crackling purple lightning danced across its icy surface, while waves of scorching crimson flas erupted from its tip. The spear pulsed with an otherworldly energy, its aura a chaotic blend of destruction and annihilation.
Xuan Shen, his eyes flashing with surprise, reacted instantly. He drew a long, elegant sword from his spatial ring, its blade shimring with a cold, tallic light. The sword pulsed with Xuan Shen’s divine energy, its aura radiating a sense of ancient power.
The two True Gods clashed in the sky above the shattered Profound Mystery Sect. The Frostmourne Spear, driven by Yun Lintian’s relentless power, struck Xuan Shen’s sword, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion of energy.
BOOOM!!
The sky erupted in a blinding flash of light, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the very foundations of the realm.
Bolts of lightning, infused with Yun Lintian’s God Mark of Thunder, tore through the air, striking Xuan Shen with the force of a thousand storms. Waves of crimson flas, fueled by the God Mark of Fire, engulfed Xuan Shen, trying to incinerate him in a sea of destruction.
Xuan Shen, his expression grim, countered Yun Lintian’s attacks with his own power. His sword, imbued with his mastery of the laws of darkness, unleashed waves of dark energy that clashed with Yun Lintian’s lightning and flas.
The sky above them transford into a chaotic battleground, a swirling vortex of light and darkness, destruction and annihilation.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
The two True Gods moved with a speed that defied comprehension, their figures blurring as they exchanged blows. The Frostmourne Spear and Xuan Shen’s sword clashed, each impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air, shattering the surrounding space.
Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he exerted more power. The lightning grew more intense, its bolts tearing through the air with the force of divine judgnt. The flas grew hotter, their heat lting the very fabric of reality.
Xuan Shen, his expression turning grim, countered Yun Lintian’s attacks with his mastery of the laws. He manipulated the surrounding environnt, summoning walls of darkness to block Yun Lintian’s lightning and flas.
BOOOOOM!!
The entire space trembled violently. Countless spatial rifts erged all over the place, threatening to tear the world apart.
The battle between True Gods was beyond the capability the world could handle.
Yun Lintian and Xuan Shen retreated a few kiloters away from each other. Their expressions were calm and composed.
"Your power…" Xuan Shen spoke up solemnly. "I have never seen such a profound mastery over the elental laws like this before. You are definitely not an unknown True God… Could it be that your master is the God of Balance?"
Yun Lintian dismissed Xuan Shen’s speculation with a cold, indifferent gaze.
"Your guesses are aningless." Yun Lintian said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Swoosh!
Without another word, Yun Lintian launched his attack. This ti, he unleashed the full power of his bloodline and God Marks, transforming the battlefield into a realm of absolute power.
The Frostmourne Spear, now imbued with the White Tiger God bloodline’s power, pulsed with a blinding white light. The God Marks of Light and Space intertwined, creating a complex web of energy that enveloped Xuan Shen.
The surrounding space distorted, the very fabric of reality bending and warping.
In an instant, Xuan Shen found himself trapped within a pocket space, isolated from the outside world. The pocket space, created by the combined power of the White Tiger God bloodline and the God Marks of Light and Space, was an impenetrable prison, a realm of absolute isolation.
"What is this?" Xuan Shen roared, his voice echoing through the confined space. He tried to break free, to shatter the pocket space with his power, but he found himself t with an unyielding resistance.
Yun Lintian, his eyes burning with a fierce determination, didn’t hesitate. He unleashed the power of the Dragon God Soul, a surge of overwhelming ntal energy that struck Xuan Shen like a thunderbolt.
ROAR!
Xuan Shen, his mind reeling, his senses overwheld, was montarily stunned. He staggered, his defenses faltering, his control wavering.
Yun Lintian seized the opportunity. He lunged forward, the Frostmourne Spear a blur of motion. The spear, now imbued with the combined power of all ten God Marks and the White Tiger God bloodline, struck Xuan Shen’s abdon, its blade piercing through his defenses like a hot knife through butter.
Puff!
A chilling explosion of energy erupted from the point of impact, the combined force of the God Marks and the White Tiger God bloodline trying to obliterate Xuan Shen’s Divine Core, the source of his power…
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