"Humans!"

The demonic eyes of the Ancestor of Feathered Emperor spewed forth scorching purple-gold residual flames.

These purple-gold flames, seemingly from ancient wrath, threatened to incinerate everything in the world.

Then, its entire demonic body rapidly expanded, the purple-red feathers all stood on end, glimmering with a scorching purple-red brilliance.

Like a volcano on the brink of eruption, amassing earth-shattering power.

Suddenly, a sacred bird-like beast resembling a phoenix stood proudly in the void.

Saturated in radiant purple-gold light, every purple-red feather seemed intricately carved, adorned with purple-gold flame runes.

Its tail feathers fluttered, scattering stardust, dyeing the clouds in splendorous mystical light, exuding an aura of mystery and nobility.

The phoenix’s cry pierced the sky, its sound resonating with the heavens and earth, appearing to contain the power of creation from the dawn of time.

Every being trembled in awe, and the clouds shattered open under the sound waves, revealing the boundless sky.

In the next moment, Lu Xuan’s countless strikes of black-gold flame saber light.

Like agile yet deadly fire serpents, with unstoppable momentum, they poured onto the bird-shaped demonic body of the Ancestor of Feathered Emperor.

The black-gold saber lights clashed against the purple-gold residual flames, each collision erupted into space black holes with a diameter of hundreds of feet, bursting with extremely dazzling light, blinding to the eyes.

The universe was in an uproar, space crumbling like fragile glass, revealing endless darkness of chaotic void currents.

The surrounding mountains, rivers, and earth disintegrated into dust in the face of such terrifying force, extinguishing all living creatures.

In the next second, powerful shockwaves centered around the two, rapidly spreading outward in rings.

"It’s just futile resistance."

Lu Xuan’s gaze turned icy, his voice carried an infinite chill and certainty.

Before the Heaven-Burning Saber Skill, surpassing all limits, even the previously invincible body of the Ancestor of Feathered Emperor was gradually extinguished.

Even though Lu Xuan’s Martial Arts Realm was merely at the early stage of the Earth Venerable Realm.

Yet, under the terrifying power of the Heaven-Burning Saber Skill’s tenth level, Lu Xuan’s strength had already reached the minor achievement of the Earth Venerable Realm.

Moreover, this was despite the ritual weapon in Lu Xuan’s hand being unable to fully unleash the power of the Heaven-Burning Saber Skill.

At this moment, Lu Xuan was surrounded by a surge of black-gold flames, resembling the descent of an ancient demon god, instilling fear into all.

Lu Xuan’s right hand slowly lifted, the eight-pattern ritual weapon personally bestowed upon him by Empress Xia Mingyue, the Ghost Flame Nether Saber, gradually turned to ashes.

Evidently, it was burned to ashes by Lu Xuan’s terrifying black-gold destructive flames.

Even the Power of Heaven and Earth contained within the eight-pattern ritual weapon was equally reduced to nothing under the extreme high temperatures.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan’s mouth twitched, a hint of pain flashed across his face.

That was an eight-pattern ritual weapon, now destroyed in an instant, equivalent to tens of thousands of system points going down the drain.

Yet Lu Xuan had no time to wallow in regret.

Then, Lu Xuan casually reached for the void, a powerful force of heaven and earth gathered the surrounding airflows, forming a small tornado.

A green shadow swiftly emerged from the dust at the explosion’s center, at an incredibly fast speed, yet steadily landed in Lu Xuan’s palm.

It was what the Ancestor of Feathered Emperor had been holding all along!

The Green Wood Divine Scepter!

Lu Xuan examined it closely, waves stirred in his heart, this seemingly ordinary item exuded a power surpassing ritual weapons.

Before Lu Xuan could inspect it carefully, the purple-red flames on the Green Wood Divine Scepter in his hand began to undergo bizarre transformations.

From the slowly burning purple-red flames, a purple-gold shadow shot forth.

Its target was precisely Lu Xuan’s forehead.

Within a fraction of a second, everything around seemed to fall into a peculiar stasis, time and space included.

Passing time seemed to lose meaning, space layered upon itself, resembling countless flashing streams of light.

The purple-gold shadow, carrying fierce momentum, traversed rapidly through this twisted space-time.

Along the way, the purple-gold shadow dashed as if on an endless road.

Yet it was merely a distance of mere micrometers from Lu Xuan’s forehead.

Such a minuscule, almost negligible distance, yet for the purple-gold shadow it was a lifelong, unreachable other shore.

Appearing as if an endless abyss separated it from its destination.

Lu Xuan’s eyes sharpened, the black-gold flames around him suddenly surged, powerful forces emanated like substance, forming an invisible barrier.

The purple-gold shadow desperately struggled before Lu Xuan’s barrier, yet like an ant trying to shake a tree, it could progress no further.

Despair, fear, impotent rage, helplessness, countless emotions...

Consolidated into substance at that moment, emanating from the purple-gold shadow, echoing in the void.

"Why!"

"Power of space-time!"

"A mere lowly human, how could you possibly touch the power of space-time rules!"

A furious shout filled with unwillingness exploded within Lu Xuan’s mind, a roar emitted by the Ancestor of Feathered Emperor’s remaining thoughts.

Lu Xuan snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flickered in his gaze: "You think you can play tricks before me?"

That indifferent and emotionless voice, accompanied by Lu Xuan’s overwhelming pressure, caused the surrounding space to tremble.