"I really am an ancient powerhouse, and if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do."

In the void, Dantong shrugged helplessly.

"You’re not! You’re not!" Luo Tianran roared in madness.

"Alright, if you say I’m not, then I’m not. People of the Holy Realm are really hard to please; they refuse to believe the truth, insisting on believing lies." Dantong shook his head helplessly again.

"Shoo shoo shoo!"

"Buzz buzz!"

An enraged Luo Tianran wildly swung the Sacred Sword, sending terrifying sword beams shooting out, piercing through the sky and earth with extreme domination.

"Ah, simply foolish beyond cure," Dantong sighed softly, seeing Luo Tianran still making a move.

Anyone with sense could see that Dantong’s strength far surpassed Luo Tianran.

Yet, Luo Tianran was oblivious and still pressed on.

"Luo Tianran, I initially thought you would stop here, and I wouldn’t hold anything against you. After all, you are from the Holy Realm, and I don’t want to disrupt the order of the Seven Divine Realms, but do you really think I care about these things?" Dantong said coldly. At this moment, his sternness was completely different from the earlier act of pretending to be foolish.

"Buzz buzz!"

The ancient power was unleashed, causing the Seven Divine Realms to tremble instantly, and the firmament to roll.

Luo Tianran’s dozens of terrifying sword beams were shattered by Dantong’s aura, turning into a rain of lights and dissipating.

At this moment.

It was as if a slumbering giant dragon suddenly opened its eyes.

And as if an unparalleled War God suddenly awakened.

At this moment, the sky fell into a sudden silence, the fierce wind disappeared, as if the Seven Divine Realms had collapsed, leaving only endless darkness.

All things in the Seven Divine Realms seemed frozen at this moment.

"Is this Dantong’s ancient power?" Feng Wuchen was tremendously shocked. When Dantong had once mentioned his ancient power to Feng Wuchen, he hadn’t paid much mind, never imagining that Dantong’s ancient power could be so terribly transcendent.

"Such terrifying power; though I don’t know what realm it is, it feels dozens of times stronger than Luo Tianran." Tian Tu watched Dantong with eyes wide, now filled not with fear but with admiration, endless admiration.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Tian Sha, and the others felt the same, their blood boiling.

"Master, can I part ways with you?" Ye Jianying stammered, sincerely wishing to kneel down and take Dantong as a master immediately.

Mu Xuanshan and others at a distance were utterly petrified, feeling nothing but despair.

"Too terrifying; he can’t possibly be from the Seven Divine Realms, or he wouldn’t have such terrifying power!" Xuan You was scared out of his wits, feeling suffocated just by Dantong’s aura alone.

"I misjudged again, Dantong’s strength is beyond my imagination," Soul Extinction shook his head and chuckled bitterly.

"Is he really that terrifying?" Qianhun stood there in a stupor, as if every corner of the Seven Divine Realms was filled with Dantong’s terrifying presence.

Soul Extinction chuckled bitterly, "The existence of Dantong has already surpassed imagination; even the Heaven and Earth Laws of the Seven Divine Realms might not be able to contend with him. I wonder why he has been dormant in the Seven Divine Realms for a hundred thousand years."

"What? Dormant?" Qianhun was suddenly shocked, looking at Soul Extinction in awe, seemingly sensing something unusual.

With such terrifying power, who would willingly hide in the Seven Divine Realms?

If it weren’t for something big, he might have headed to the Holy Realm long ago.

...

In the Nether Clan palace.

The severely injured Ming Huang was filled with terror, knowing that this terrifying ancient power came from Dantong.

"Dantong has reached such a terrifying level," Ming Huang trembled all over.

Ming Yang deeply regretted it at that moment; once Luo Tianran was defeated, Feng Wuchen would never let go of the matter of capturing Miao Qingqing, and Ming Yang couldn’t dare to imagine the outcome awaiting him.

"Father, save me, save me!" The more Ming Yang thought, the more frightened and terrified he became.

"Send the order! Seal the mountain! No one is to step out of the Nether Clan! Do not provoke Feng Wuchen!" Ming Huang roared furiously, giving the order.

"Yes, yes, seal the mountain! Quickly seal the mountain!" Ming Yang nodded in terror, already being panic-stricken, losing his mind.

In the Alchemist Divine Tower palace.

Mie Di, and Mie Yuan, and other high-ranking officials, all wore expressions of intense fear on their old faces.

"Senior Dantong is truly frightening in his recklessness. Fortunately, we stand on the side of Lord Feng, or else there would be no Divine Tower in the future," Mie Di trembled as he spoke, feeling immensely excited and exhilarated for the decision made in the past.

"An ancient powerhouse suppressing a Holy Realm powerhouse! It’s simply unheard of!" Mie Yuan shouted excitedly.

In the Great Archon Temple hall.

Zhu Sha, Bai Xiaotian, and others were all petrified on the spot, clearly not expecting Dantong’s power to be so terrifying, terrifying enough to easily crush even a Holy Realm powerhouse.

"Is this Dantong’s strength?" Xu Mie was dumbfounded, pale-faced.

"Once Luo Tianran is defeated, Feng Wuchen will undoubtedly target our Great Archon Temple! My lord, what should we do?" Huitian panicked, his mind a blank.

Zhu Sha’s old face was extremely gloomy, and he said nothing, for he did not know what to do either.

After all, to reestablish a connection to the Holy Realm would require three years of preparation.

An extremely heavy and eerie atmosphere spread in the hall. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

...

Above the Guardian Spirit Clan.

At this moment, Luo Tianran’s face was full of terror, cold sweat streaming down.

"You... your cultivation has already..." Luo Tianran was so terrified that he couldn’t speak.

As a Holy Realm powerhouse, Luo Tianran knew better than anyone the terrifying level of Dantong’s cultivation.

Ridiculously, he hadn’t even taken Dantong seriously. Luo Tianran didn’t realize that, in Dantong’s eyes, he was a joke, a clown, completely insignificant.

"Boom!"

Dantong punched through the void, the horrifying momentum rolling like the sky shattering, that fist was stunning through the ages, transcending ordinary into the saintly, containing the essence of essence in the fist art.

"No... no!" Luo Tianran screamed in fear, resisting with all his might, unleashing the Holy Armor, deploying all defensive means.

But Luo Tianran knew that all these defensive means were utterly insignificant in front of Dantong.

Sure enough.

That punch from Dantong seemed ordinary but contained myriad principles, embracing all phenomena, like a star pouring down, overwhelmingly dominating.

Where the terrifying power swept through, Luo Tianran’s defenses crumbled like tofu, instantly turning to ash, including the Sacred Sword and the Holy Armor, all turned to ash.

Witnessing this, Feng Wuchen and the others held their breaths, the spectacular scene like being in a small world within myriad worlds, with Dantong as the master of the larger world.

"Puff!"

Luo Tianran spewed a mouthful of blood, his body already covered in blood.

But at this moment, that force disappeared.

To be precise, Dantong had withdrawn.

"Thank you, Lord, for sparing me!" Luo Tianran knelt down in terror.

Dantong said nothing, his gaze turning to Feng Wuchen below.

Given Luo Tianran’s special identity, Dantong didn’t dare to act on his own.

Noticing Dantong’s gaze, Feng Wuchen understood Dantong’s intention and then nodded.

Dantong flicked his finger, and Luo Tianran turned to ashes.