"What!?"
The entire Celestial Destiny World’s first batch of Ancestor Gods were left with their minds unsettled upon witnessing this scene.
The Masked Emperor, Ye Tian’ai, Night God Banquet... The key figures of the Celestial Destiny World, including the covertly unseen Emperor Rong and Daojiu, gazed at that wildly domineering strike, their hearts surging uncontrollably.
This feeling was both despairing and exhilarating.
A mortal body, yet capable of such imnse strength.
The Manor Master... controlling a Self-Transformation Realm patchwork monster they ticulously crafted back in the day, able to unleash an attack of this caliber!
"Can it really be done like this?"
"How is this even possible?"
The Mudworker and others murmured, as if they had glimpsed a new path, with inspiration colliding in an instant, conceiving various new experintal ideas.
Another day! Another day, perhaps connect with the Yin Yang Creation Furnace from that side, to craft a new life form.
Now was exactly when their inspiration was overflowing.
anwhile, in the Nursery outside.
Powerhouses pursuing strength felt waves of trembling excitent, as if they saw the broad highway of the future.
Using a mortal body to launch this strike.
Even an Immortal might suffer harm from this blow.
This was genuinely the power of a mortal realm, shattering an Immortal’s power, even if Emperor Zangwu, who had been in seclusion cultivating for five thousand years, now broke through to Immortality, he would suffer serious injury from this strike, wouldn’t he?
Ning Zheng’s strike not only changed the atmosphere of the entire world and part of the West Sea environnt but also opened a new door for the young powerhouses of their world.
"Did you... did you kill him?" Night Emperor couldn’t help but ask.
He intended to leave Emperor Zangwu alive.
After all, if the other submitted, he would be a powerful combat asset. Even if he didn’t submit, a lot of useful systems and structures could be researched from him.
After all, he was an intelligent master of this world, these divine techniques’ tal tombs!
The top-level techniques were in him, which could be broadly applied.
His history was also worthy of retracing, having lived long enough to even trace back to prehistoric tis, the historically vanished Immortals.
"He’s not dead, I left him alive."
Ning Zheng said.
"Thank you, Manor Master." Night Emperor complinted, no longer probing, knowing this strike ended the combat, clearly ant to showcase power.
And Ning Zheng’s luck was good. He said to Night Emperor, "In today’s world environnt, creatures evolved like this hold more potential."
Night Emperor: "..."
This is actually helping enhance the biological environnt, making it more conducive to biological evolution?
"I see." Night Emperor said, "I’ll return and study it for a while."
His heart surged, realizing humans could beco this powerful.
Just one move, he had originally intended to quietly test this mysterious Manor Master, but now he thought of himself as a re clown.
"Then I must return."
The Ancient Bronze Emperor tilted his head back, as if seeing through beyond the world’s barriers, suddenly shouting toward the sky:
"This ti, do you still have the ability to create a custom portrait for ?"
The sky remained silent.
Only the swirling white vortex of atmosphere lingered.
But Ning Zheng guessed that the person had heard.
After all, he had already proven through facts that he was secretly painting Night Emperor, probably still painting and observing.
His thods were too elaborate, and Ning Zheng hadn’t expected him to be doing this "transcending" operation on Night Emperor.
Ning Zheng’s voice faded into the air:
"Paint ."
...
...
Crack.
The painter’s pen snapped audibly in his hand, staring calmly at the painting fra of the otherworld battle.
"Could it really be that he is still alive?"
"Did he know I banished them to the otherworld and know that I am secretly painting him?"
"Or perhaps... he did it intentionally, to be banished by to the otherworld?"
The suspicious person loved to overthink, now startled by the opponent’s power and capability, more so by the endless potential displayed at this mont.
At a glance now.
Fearing that the Night Emperor was just a puppet moved to the forefront.
Behind the scenes was the sa Ancient Bronze Emperor, secretly driving the entire Celestial Destiny World’s civilization, plotting the era...
And that one, knowing he was painting him... most likely truly his old friend of bygone days, standing atop the Four Great Divine Beasts, that Ancestor King, who led the ancient Ancestor Tribe to overthrow Xian.
"Then paint him."
"In this world, no matter how astonishing your talent or profound your background, who can withstand my painting?"
He raised his pen, "That Xin Xichen, at best, can see through your essentials, know your trump cards, and I can paint your essence over."
Any trump cards, techniques, combat power you have, once painted over, are mine...
This divine technique, truly the most unsolvable terror in history! His true trump card in ruling the entire world!
Challenged, his fighting spirit was instantly aroused, for him, this was a combat invitation.
He readily accepted the challenge.
Thus he picked up the pen to paint that mysterious Ancient Bronze Emperor, "Just in ti, updating that Ancient Bronze Emperor for the Night Emperor, to combat the Catastrophe-Inviting people over here."
Since even the Night Emperor was updated, the Ancient Bronze Emperor naturally must be updated too.
Yet even with fortune overflowing, augnted on himself, Tao Heart perceptive, in an unprecedentedly good state, after several strokes, crafting many drafts, he still couldn’t capture the spirit of that Ancient Bronze Emperor’s punch.
Unable to replicate those ten seconds.
No matter how he painted, it was moderately improved, yet still an utterly ordinary Ancient Bronze Emperor.
"Why can’t I paint it?"
"Why can’t this be painted?"
His expression gradually darkened; this Ancient Bronze Emperor couldn’t be painted to exemplify the legendary Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
"I don’t believe it!"
He recalled that figure’s disdainful laugh to the sky, feeling his artistry was affronted.
...
...
Whoo!
At Sword Casting Manor, Ning Zheng opened his eyes, "The battle over there in Celestial Destiny World should be considered over. I must be swift back and forth, otherwise, that guy.... paint ."
This was Ning Zheng’s conjecture.
Due to the differing flow of ti, over there, a few days of fighting passed as only minutes here.
He dared not linger too long; the longer he stayed, the more he risked being painted completely.
Since the other must be painting him secretly, he may as well reveal it outright, incidentally disgusting the painter, drawing his attention, letting him think the Ancient Bronze Emperor of that world, was truly his real old friend, old rival...
"I can watch the performance at ease."
Ning Zheng turned his head, again embracing the fruits, watching as Night Emperor tamorphosed into another Human God in the sky, sculpting destiny lines, embedding them atop people’s heads below.
"Over here, the outco is inconsequential."
Ning Zheng showed a hint of a serene smile, utterly relaxed,
"The victory or defeat of the combat cultivator, what does that have to do with us? We of Xirong, Bone Demons, these side professions, only provide weapons and equipnt for combat cultivators."
Even the Night Emperor, who crossed over from that otherworld, the mysterious Celestial Destiny Emperor, might seize power and begin ruling a dominion, the Ancestor Demon God personally appearing, dominating the era.
Then, four forces will be at a stalemate—the Ancestor Demon God, Human Race, Beast Race, Catastrophe-Inviting Ghost King Race.
By then, they might even co to our Xirong Academy to place orders.
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