Suddenly, a change occurred. Xu Mo had no idea someone would attack him. Just as the golden palm was about to strike, he instantly retaliated, smashing his fist directly upwards!
Bang!
A world-shattering roar echoed, and the peak beneath their feet was leveled by the shockwave of their collision. Rocks exploded, kicking up a sky full of dust!
"Who is it!?" Xu Mo appeared in the air, his expression grim.
He had been ambushed, and judging by the aura, it was a Saint of the same realm, possibly even stronger than him. If not for his formidable strength, far beyond that of an ordinary Saint, he would have been successfully ambushed and severely wounded on the spot.
"Oh? A Saint at the early stage, yet you managed to evade my Mountain Shaking Palm. You've got some substance," a gruff voice sounded faintly.
Xu Mo followed the source of the voice and saw a man of immense build in the distance, about four to five meters tall, his upper body bare, revealing well-developed, hardened muscles. His hair was the color of earth.
The burly man's expression was indifferent as he looked down at Xu Mo, as if Xu Mo were an ant in his eyes.
"Hand over the Destiny Fruit, and I'll consider letting you go. Otherwise, you die!" the burly man said coldly.
Xu Mo's expression turned icy. His aura was no weaker, and he looked down at the burly man, saying, "Ridiculous! The Destiny Fruit is mine. You, a savage, ambushed me from behind and still want the Destiny Fruit? What audacity!"
The drifting bottle floated behind Xu Mo and secretly transmitted a message, informing him that the burly man before him was the old zombie who had survived the last Tribulation by hiding.
Xu Mo had already suspected this, and now with the confirmation from the drifting bottle, coupled with the news he'd heard about Chinese deities emerging after entering Earth, he understood that this burly man must be the Mountain Ancestor who had spread his teachings.
Thinking of this, Xu Mo felt a surge of anger. He hadn't even gone to settle accounts with the old zombie yet, and now he was being ambushed by him!
"Calling yourself '朕' (Zhen, the imperial 'I')? So you are the emperor of the immortal cultivation dynasty from the Great Desolation World that descended early?" The Mountain Ancestor's eyes narrowed, a glint flashing within them!
Xu Mo did not deny it. He stared at the Mountain Ancestor, prepared for a full-blown battle.
"Hand over the Destiny Fruit and explain why the Great Desolation descended upon Earth early. I'll spare your life!" the Mountain Ancestor declared. At this moment, his entire being exuded power, his Saint mid-stage cultivation unreservedly locking onto Xu Mo. He could tell that the Emperor of Da Gan before him was merely at the Saint early stage. With his own powerful Saint mid-stage foundation, capturing him would be effortless.
The Mountain Ancestor was greatly excited. The early appearance of the Great Desolation had caused them, the slumbering Saints, to awaken prematurely. This was an incredibly unusual event. Therefore, they were immensely curious about the Great Desolation and wanted to investigate the reason for the premature Tribulation. However, with the ancient barrier in place, they couldn't enter the Great Desolation. They could only give up and continue to make arrangements on Earth in advance, preparing for the formal descent of the Tribulation. Now, a Saint from the Great Desolation had emerged and appeared before him, which sparked an idea in the Mountain Ancestor's mind.
"Spare your grandfather! Do you, a savage, have the right to speak to me like this?"
Without hesitation, Xu Mo struck first. His opponent was a Saint mid-stage, a minor realm higher than him. Furthermore, he was an old zombie who had slumbered for thousands of years, possessing a profound foundation, unlike any ordinary Saint mid-stage. He dared not be careless and unleashed a killing move, the Dragon Emperor Dao Fist! This was a Saintly fist technique he had acquired in the Southern Region over a decade ago. When cultivated to its highest level, it could manifest nine illusory dragon phantoms to augment power, capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth with a single punch! Xu Mo had long since mastered it. He hurled a punch fiercely at the Mountain Ancestor, nine golden dragon phantoms manifesting behind him. They let out a collective roar and then coiled around his fist, charging towards the Mountain Ancestor with fury.
"You court death! How dare you attack me!"
The Mountain Ancestor was furious. A mere Saint early stage, a new Saint at that, dared to attack him! He let out a cold snort, took a deep breath of spiritual energy, and his chest swelled like a balloon. His massive palm, imbued with earth-yellow spiritual energy, enlarged and descended like a mountain!
The Dragon Emperor Dao Fist collided with the Mountain Shaking Palm. The earth collapsed, creating a crack stretching for thousands of meters. Several surrounding peaks were directly leveled, and the immense sound could be heard for hundreds of kilometers.
Xu Mo retracted his fist, steadying his somewhat chaotic aura. In this exchange, he hadn't gained the upper hand! This old zombie who had slumbered once was indeed powerful! Of course, the main reason was that the Mountain Ancestor's cultivation was a minor realm higher than his, and Xu Mo estimated that the Mountain Ancestor was not far from the Saint late stage.
The Mountain Ancestor on the opposite side was even more shocked, his expression bordering on disbelief! His full-power palm strike couldn't even cripple a Saint early stage new Saint? What was this? It made no sense. During the last Tribulation, his cultivation was already Saint mid-stage. After failing the Tribulation, he chose to lie low on Earth, slumbering for over two thousand years. His cultivation had solidified to a certain extent, just a step away from entering the Saint late stage. Yet, with such cultivation and strength, he couldn't subdue a Saint early stage?
The Mountain Ancestor's expression turned grim. He realized that the Emperor of Da Gan before him might be a Saint who had endured seven Heavenly Tribulations or more, possessing an incredibly powerful Dao foundation!
"This child cannot be kept. He must be killed!"
The Mountain Ancestor's gaze suddenly turned cold, and killing intent arose in his heart. He flipped his hand, and a yellow earth-colored dragon fang club appeared in his hand. This was a Saint artifact.
"I originally intended to spare you, but now you have angered me. So, die!" the Mountain Ancestor declared icily. He then activated the Saint artifact. The dragon fang club vibrated, and his aura connected with the artifact, becoming even more terrifying. Simultaneously, the power contained within his Dao foundation surged forth, elevating his aura by another level!
"Then let's see who dies!"
Xu Mo showed no fear and met the attack with several more punches. The nine dragon phantoms roared incessantly, shattering countless illusory mountain peaks. His Dao foundation was unprecedented, and it had not yet solidified. Therefore, he could not, like the Mountain Ancestor, utilize the power within his Dao foundation. However, even without using the power of his Dao foundation, Xu Mo was not afraid. Since he began cultivating from Qi Refining, every realm he had ascended through was achieved with solid footing and an incredibly robust foundation. The spiritual energy he absorbed was refined by the Chaos Furnace into pure spiritual energy, which laid a very firm foundation for Xu Mo. In the same realm, he feared no one!
The mountains collapsed, and earth and stone flew everywhere. The powerful shockwaves ravaged the land, causing vast stretches of forest nearby to fall. The Mountain Ancestor grew increasingly alarmed as they fought. Even with the Saint artifact, he still couldn't defeat this young man. Was there any justice in this world?