Chapter 755

In the center of the battlefield, within a giant crater dozens of miles wide, magma churned while scorching heat waves distorted the air. Xiao Wuyue hovered in mid-air, purple-black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and hissing as it dripped into the magma. His silver eyes stared fixedly at Daoist Xuantian opposite him, filled with both shock and thinly veiled fury. "Old man, you truly are formidable." Xiao Wuyue licked the corner of his mouth, his voice as chillingly cold as the wind from Jiuyou. The ornate robes across his chest were already torn, revealing the metallic scales beneath—the protective armor unique to the Nether imperial family, which now bore several fine cracks. In stark contrast, Daoist Xuantian stood in a plain daoist robe that remained immaculate. The silver threads of the whisk in his hand were like snow, and even his breathing was entirely unhurried. His youthful face bore a faint, mocking smile, as if the clash that had just occurred—one capable of destroying a realm—was merely a casual exertion.