403 Chapter 402: Eighth Tianzun
As Xiao Ming gathered the bodies of the Black and White Tianzuns, the surrounding space began to ripple, and a spatial crack slowly tore open. From within, a bone-chilling, overwhelming aura seeped out.
A white figure finally stepped out from the spatial crack, appearing before Xiao Ming. The figure had an aged face with white hair and a beard. Its eyes were a frosty white, emanating an extremely cold sensation. It resembled a block of ice.
'Eighth Tianzun, Qiu Di.'
Xiao Ming was not ignorant of the affairs in the Central Plains, so he recognized the person before him.
The gaze of Eighth Tianzun paused on Xiao Ming, not far in front of him. He slightly froze for a moment, as if sensing something. Some ripples appeared in his white eyes.
"Xiao Ming? You've broken through to the seven-star Dou Venerate... No wonder, with your strength, Black and White were truly no match for you. They were probably in dire straits. However, they died so quickly. What a waste."
The Hall of Souls' members were truly ruthless. Even Xiao Ming couldn't help but shake his head after witnessing Black White Tianzuns fight to the death for the Hall of Souls, only to be dismissed as waste.
"You truly live up to being a descendant of Xiao Xuan. This venerable is quite curious as to how you were able to reach the seven-star Dou Venerate stage at such a young age. Could it be that the Xiao Clan's supposedly abandoned bloodline can still be utilized?" Eighth Tianzun said, lost in thought.
"No, it can't be solely attributed to your bloodline. Even with an intact Dou God Bloodline, achieving such results would be difficult, let alone with a discarded one. There must be some secret in your body. Well, I'll find out once I capture you..."
As Eighth Tianzun spoke, the space beside him twisted gradually, and his figure mysteriously vanished without a trace.
In that instant when Eighth Tianzun disappeared, Xiao Ming blinked his eyes and saw the white figure standing less than two feet away from him.
"Before this venerable, it's best to surrender willingly. That way, you'll suffer a little less," said Eighth Tianzun, his face remaining indifferent.
His right palm floated lightly, emitting an icy white aura that gushed out with intense chill, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Xiao Ming.
Facing Eighth Tianzun's palm devoid of any flamboyant aura, Xiao Ming didn't underestimate it. White flames swiftly condensed in his right palm, transforming into a winding and coiling flame dragon, colliding heavily with Eighth Tianzun's palm.
Hiss!
The collision didn't produce a deafening sound; instead, the intermingling of scorching heat and chilling cold generated dense white smoke, accompanied by hissing sounds echoing incessantly.
Bang!
The intertwining didn't last long before a deep voice resounded from within the white smoke. Then, a disheveled figure was propelled backward, crashing heavily into a nearby mountain wall. The tremendous force caused the once sturdy mountain wall to be instantly riddled with cracks as thick as an arm.
Poof!
Eighth Tianzun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. His expression grew dark as he stared at the youthful figure. He hadn't expected Xiao Ming's physical body to be so powerful!
"Hehe, compared to your mouth, it seems your strength isn't that impressive after all!" Xiao Ming chuckled, seemingly unaffected, as he stepped towards Eighth Tianzun.
Hearing Xiao Ming's mockery, Eighth Tianzun's expression darkened once again. Instead of responding, he clenched his palm tightly, causing a vast fluctuation to emanate from it.
Accompanying this ripple, the temperature in the surrounding area gradually dropped. Small ice crystals began to condense in the sky, giving the illusion of snowfall across the entire expanse.
The members of Shangguan Cuo's group and the Honorable Elders of the Soul Hall once again distanced themselves. As they witnessed the strange phenomenon in the sky, their expressions varied.
Shangguan Cuo and the others were worried about Xiao Ming, while the Honorable Elders grew excited. They had recognized this move as the signature technique of Eighth Tianzun.
"Rain Heaven Erosion!"
"Condense!" Eighth Tianzun's face turned exceptionally solemn as his hand seals shifted, and a stern shout resounded from his mouth.
As his hand seals shifted, a stern shout resounded from his mouth. Along with his shout, the peculiar ice crystals permeating the sky began to tremble. Then, amidst a series of piercing sounds, they surged towards him.
Finally, before Eighth Tianzun, a massive white ice ball quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, its size reached hundreds of meters, exuding increasingly terrifying energy capable of easily destroying nearby mountains.
As the ice ball took shape, Eighth Tianzun's complexion turned slightly pale. Evidently, this attack had consumed a considerable amount of his strength.
"I have to admit, Xiao Ming, you are indeed formidable. However, even if you are strong, you won't be able to withstand this move of mine."
Realizing that Xiao Ming was not an ordinary opponent, Eighth Tianzun unleashed his most powerful strike to avoid any accidents.
In response to Eighth Tianzun's shout, Xiao Ming merely raised an eyebrow, showing little emotional fluctuation. It was as if the gigantic ice ball, capable of annihilating mountains, did not pose any threat to him.
"Hmph, I want to see how long you can act tough!"
Despite Xiao Ming's calmness, Eighth Tianzun couldn't help but sneer. His hands swiftly formed numerous seals.
After a brief tremor, the massive ice ball began spinning rapidly. It struck Xiao Ming like lightning in the midst of the deafening sound of whistling wind.
As the ice ball approached, a terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from within, causing the surrounding space to crumble. A massive black spatial rift, resembling a black ribbon, emerged from the empty space.
Facing this formidable attack capable of destroying the entire mountain range, Xiao Ming's gaze remained indifferent. His leisurely footsteps halted, and a faint dark golden light emanated from his right palm.
When the dark golden radiance reached its peak brilliance, a trace of profound black aura finally emerged, trembling and floating out.
"Great Heaven Creation Palm!"
...
Within the branch hall of the Hall of Souls, there lay an extremely vast square.
Towering stone pillars reached for the sky, while black chains spread out like intricate spiderwebs. At the ends of these chains floated countless clusters of light, within which resided ethereal soul bodies.
This was the scene that the Pill Tower Elders encountered after breaking through the guards and entering the branch hall.
They felt a mix of anger and sorrow as they silently cursed the Hall of Souls for its lack of humanity. Without hesitation, the Elders began to rescue the trapped soul bodies.
As the Pill Tower Elders acted, they awakened many dormant soul bodies.
Each awakened soul body was filled with both joy and hope, yearning for freedom and escape from their nightmarish imprisonment.
"Save me! I am the Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion. Rescuing me will surely earn you great rewards!"
"I am an Elder of the Dark Sect. Please, release me!"
"I am a Pill Tower alchemist..."
"..."
And so, the pleas and cries for help echoed throughout the square. The Elders found themselves overwhelmed, as there were simply too many people to rescue.
BOOM!
Amidst the chaos, a thunderous sound suddenly reverberated from outside the branch hall, causing everyone's actions to pause!
