Even if an ordinary Golden Immortal cultivator had a thousand supernatural powers and countless protective secrets, they would still have their foundation penetrated and die on the spot by this attack.
David stood still, his body motionless, without even raising his eyes to look at the blade of light.
He just raised his right hand casually and clenched his fist slowly.
A moment later, the golden sword of light, which had been refined to the extreme and was strong enough to penetrate mountains, suddenly stopped three inches from David’s palm.
It was as if it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, emitting a sharp and piercing buzzing sound, and the golden light on its surface shook violently and flickered erratically.
The man’s pupils suddenly narrowed.
David put his five fingers together.
Click.
The golden light shattered into pieces like broken glass, turning into countless golden fragments that scattered in all directions before vanishing into the air without leaving the slightest trace.
“A level three Great Luo Golden Immortal?”
David slowly raised his purple eyes, looking at Ye Mang’s suddenly frozen face, his voice calm and without any fuss, “Is that all?”
As soon as he finished speaking, David disappeared from the place.
Without any warning, without any exertion of force, without any signs of spiritual energy fluctuations, it vanished completely from Ye Mang’s sight as if it had simply evaporated.
The hairs on the back of the man’s neck stood up, and his divine sense, which was on par with a Great Luo Golden Immortal, instantly expanded to its maximum limit, covering the entire hall, in an attempt to capture the disappearing figure.
However, his divine sense only discovered a void, and he could not find any trace of David, as if the other party did not exist in this space at all.
A moment later, a tremendous and irresistible force, so heavy that it felt like the entire world was collapsing, suddenly descended from the back of his neck.
A long and strong hand gently rested on the back of his neck, his five fingers were loosely interlocked, and the chaotic gray-purple power at his fingertips pulsed erratically, like an invisible blade hanging above his throat.
The man froze, cold sweat immediately trickled down his back, and even his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
He wanted to turn around, fight back, exert all his cultivation to crush the person behind him, but the moment that hand touched him, a source of terrifying power that was more than one or two levels higher than him was like an invisible net.
His meridians, Dantian, and divine foundation were all sealed, making it impossible for him to exert even the slightest divine power.
You The man’s voice was filled with unbearable shock and anger, but his words were cut off as soon as they left his mouth.
As the hand tightened slightly, the gray-purple chaotic force at the fingertips acted like a real chain, gently gripping his throat and preventing him from uttering even a complete sentence.
David appeared behind the man, his gray robe fluttering, his purple eyes indifferent, looking down on the so-called Great God whom he had completely conquered with one hand.
His tone remained calm, as if he was talking about something trivial: “I ask, you answer. If you spout any more nonsense, you might as well just give up on your ten thousand years of devotion.”
The man’s pupils narrowed sharply, and extreme resentment and humiliation surged and mixed within his eyes, but the chaotic primordial power emanating from that hand made him realize that clearly.
The young man before him, who appeared to be only at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Realm, possessed true combat power that was far beyond what he could measure based on the cultivation level he had witnessed.
That overwhelming sense of superiority, which transcended rank and disregarded laws, even reminded him of the ancient monsters he had encountered in Twenty-second Heaven.
“Who exactly are you?” The man managed to get the words out of his throat, his voice hoarse and shaky.
You don’t need to know.
David spoke calmly, “I ask you, who are you? Why are you in this world? Why have you enslaved humans here for a thousand years? What exactly is the function of those so-called sacrificial towers?”
Ye Mang stiffened, his golden eyes churning with complex emotions: humiliation, hatred, fear, and considering his options… After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: “Who do you think you are?
David didn’t speak. He exerted a little force with his fingertip, and the highly condensed chaotic force penetrated Ye Mang’s meridians like fine needles, right past his Dantian core and landed at the edge of his divine foundation.
The force was not great, but it brought about excruciating pain, causing the man’s body to tremble violently. A thin layer of cold sweat instantly flowed from his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale.
“I told you, stop talking nonsense.”
David’s voice remained calm, but the killing intent hidden behind that calm was more terrifying than any roar or threat.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the relationship between the characters?
A: The text describes a confrontation between two cultivators, one of whom is clearly asserting dominance.
Q: What is the setting of this scene?
A: The scene takes place in a hall with white lights and furniture, described as a ‘territory’.
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