My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

hum!

Su Ye's punch seemed to hit the real bronze tripod.

A dull sound was heard instantly, and the sound waves alone were enough to make the people below unable to stand steadily, forcing them to retreat one after another.

Jiang Taixuan was blown thousands of feet away by this attack before he could steady himself. Although he did not appear to be injured, the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

This was because he reacted in time and mobilized the power of the Four Directions Universe Cauldron to block the punch.

But the consequence was that a tiny crack appeared somewhere on the shadow of the Four-sided Qiankun Cauldron in a place that no one had noticed.

"This kid...where does he get so much strength?"

Jiang Taixuan looked calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

As for Su Ye’s two moves just now, there was nothing fancy about them, and they did not contain any magical powers or laws.

It's just that the power is incredibly strong.

Even the Sifang Qiankun Ding, a universe-level immortal artifact, was broken.

This is normally impossible.

The power of the original laws of the universe-level immortal weapon has surpassed the normal rules of the world.

Logically speaking, no matter how strong you are, you can't hurt it in the slightest.

But this previous cognition was broken at this moment.

"Boy, you..."

Jiang Taixuan's face was gloomy. Just as he opened his mouth, a fist began to grow larger in his field of vision.

He was so frightened that he quickly dodged and retreated tens of thousands of feet away again.

After that punch just now, he no longer dared to take Su Ye's punch head-on.

It is easy to treat a human injury, but it is not easy to repair a damaged magic weapon.

What's more, the Four-sided Universe Cauldron has already merged with him, making it even more difficult to repair.

This is actually one of the shortcomings of the guardian magic weapon.

However, neither Jiang Taixuan nor Xingsheng Taoist had ever thought that this flaw would be exposed one day.

Su Ye missed the attack and stood there with his eyebrows raised.

"So you know how to hide."

"I thought you only knew how to get beaten."

How could Jiang Taixuan tolerate being bullied again and again by a junior?

Although he was still afraid of Su Ye's strange and terrifying power, Jiang Taixuan was still furious. He let out a low roar, mobilized the power of his magic weapon, and attacked.

"Young people should not be too arrogant."

Su Ye also laughed, and went forward without hesitation, using his bare hands to confront the power of the immortal weapon.

"Can you still be called a young man if you're not arrogant?"

Boom!

A devastating collision occurred again above everyone's heads.

Everyone looked at the sky above their heads in horror, and screams were heard everywhere.

The Tianming Society was shocked and unbelievable, while the Shengtian Sect was surprised.

I thought that my ancestor was controlled by the order of the Human Emperor today, and that the mysterious senior Zhong Qing had entered the miasma and had not returned. The situation was not good.

Who would have thought that this senior's disciple, who only seemed to be at the Dayan realm, actually had such terrifying power that could suppress three sublimations.

Although they knew about Zhong Qingqiang before, apart from knowing that he was stronger than their own ancestor, they still had no idea what he meant by that.

Now it seems that if the disciples alone have such strength, the master's realm is simply unimaginable.

I'm afraid that even if a spirit god transforms into a human form, it's just like this, right?

The people from Tianming Society were shocked, angry, and a little panicked.

No one noticed that Jiang Ling'er's eyes flashed in the crowd, as if she was thinking about something.

……

Time goes back to a moment ago.

Deep in the ruins of the Qionghua Holy Land, in the miasma.

In this chaotic miasma that devours and dissolves all living things, there is a figure walking slowly with his hands behind his back.

The horrific miasma of chaos enveloped his body, but failed to cause him any harm, and could not even affect his steps.

This person was naturally Zhong Qing who had entered not long ago.

He reached out and pushed away the fog in front of him.

Zhong Qing clicked his tongue.

“What a good thing, all wasted.”