Like the blazing sun melting the snow, the blazing fire burning the candle, and the gentle breeze sweeping away the mist, all the core powers were born from the local laws of the Twenty-Two Heavens and from the stolen minor pathways.
In the face of the supreme Dao of Chaos, he was so fragile that he could not withstand a single blow, and had no right to resist or room to struggle.
The dazzling golden light that filled the sky dissipated and melted, turning into billions of tiny golden light spots that fluttered about and fell into the void like dust and snowflakes.
In an instant, everything was swallowed up and completely dissolved by the aura of chaos, leaving behind no trace, ripple, or even a shred of law.
The first wave of enormous devastating attacks, a terrifying killing plan that required thousands of elite troops to exert their full strength and could wipe out an ancient power, was neutralized silently, cleanly, and thoroughly with one casual movement.
Everything was calm and peaceful, as if the terrible massacre that shook the earth and sky had never happened.
The world was suddenly plunged into an eerie silence; the wind stopped suddenly, the spiritual energy disappeared, all sound became silent, and the void froze.
Thousands of divine cultivators, who were raising their divine weapons and maintaining their hand seals, froze in midair. The fanatical killing intent, unwavering self-confidence, and arrogant disdain on their faces instantly froze, leaving only incredible awe, confusion, fear, and disbelief in their eyes.
At this moment, cracks appeared in everyone’s mind, fighting spirit, and Dao heart.
David slowly withdrew his right hand, gently pressing his five fingers together, his movements were lazy, relaxed and relaxed.
It was as if I had just casually brushed a piece of dust, a fallen leaf, or a gentle breeze off my shoulder—so easy and insignificant that there was no need to worry about it.
He slowly raised his eyes, his clear and cold purple gaze sweeping across the well-organized and disciplined army of gods before him, whose morale was now shaking and whose fighting spirit had collapsed.
His eyes showed no killing intent, no coldness, no ridicule, no disdain, only indifferent indifference towards ants, taking dust lightly, and ignoring all living things.
That gaze was different from the sharp gaze of a cultivator when facing an enemy, the cruelty of a mighty figure slaughtering an opponent, or the fierce competition for supremacy among gods.
Instead, he was like a celestial being standing above the clouds, calmly observing the barren seed field that was about to be harvested, exterminated, and completely obliterated. He was calm, indifferent, and without the slightest ripple. The joys and sorrows of all living creatures and the survival of all races were of no concern to him.
“Since you are here, don’t leave.”
David spoke softly, his voice clear and calm, neither hurried nor slow, neither high nor low, but strangely penetrated the eerie silence, resounding throughout the world, right into the ears of every cultivator on the battlefield, and etched itself deeply into everyone’s soul.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately moved.
No one could see the trajectory of his movements, no one could catch his shadow, no one could feel the slightest spatial fluctuation, and no one could determine the slightest change in his aura.
Moments before, he was standing still in the middle of the battlefield, a thousand feet away from the core of the divine army formation, standing alone outside the encirclement of thousands of people.
A moment later, a purplish-gray flash of light appeared, leaving no trace and no sound.
His figure had traversed thousands of feet of void, and instantly appeared in the center of the densest, most heavily defended elite god army formation, and most surrounded by thousands of cultivators in golden armor.
Beside him, dozens of cultivators, who belonged to the elite of the god race and whose cultivation was stable at the peak of the third rank of the Great Luo realm, still maintained their positions after making their moves.
His pupils did not have time to constrict, his expression did not have time to change, his defensive shield did not have time to activate, his divine weapon did not have time to raise, and his divine power did not have time to circulate.
They were the elite of the gods, chosen from among thousands and forged by countless battles. They guarded the territory, conquered all directions, and slaughtered all races year after year. Their combat strength far exceeded other cultivators at the same level in the heavens. They could be considered masters in the twenty-second heaven.
But right now, in front of David, they didn’t even have the right to react or the chance to fight back for even a second.
David raised his hand, flicked his sleeve, and his palm swept lightly.
His movements were gentle, graceful, and relaxed, like a gust of wind caressing the face, a leisurely stroll in the yard, or a walk under the moonlight, without the slightest cruelty, domineering anger, or deliberate intent.
Only a slender, deep, and extremely fine gray-purple-chaotic line swept across the void silently with the wind from his palm.
Its trajectory was perfect, its speed extreme, and its precision unparalleled, simultaneously touching the vital points of the throats and soul origin nodes of dozens of elite cultivators.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the character’s demeanor in the face of danger?
A: The character remains composed and unfazed by overwhelming threats.
Q: What ancient power is mentioned?
A: The text describes the awakening of primordial chaos.
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