What Kind of Foundation Can Be So Beautiful

Su Ji was stunned.

How could someone else be stealing his lines?

The Holy Lord of Kuitian Holy Land could finally no longer maintain the ancient-well-like calmness on his ordinary face.

He was being pointed at by a mere Foundation Establishment junior, right to his nose, demanding compensation in front of the entire Great Xia cultivation world.

He was even told, "This matter isn't over today?"

He laughed.

It was not a playful chuckle, but a laugh born of extreme anger.

"Good."

"Very good."

He slowly raised his hand. That seemingly ordinary palm merely gave a light squeeze.

Boom—!

An aura countless times stronger than the Second Elder's from before awakened at this moment, like a primordial fierce beast that had slumbered for ten thousand years!

This time, it was no longer a probe.

It was genuine killing intent, brimming with the fury of a Holy Lord!

The entire plaza—no, the entire mountain range of the Xiangsi Sect—trembled faintly under this aura.

Above in the sky, the clouds and winds rolled backward, and the daylight dimmed.

"You merely got lucky and obtained some high-level destiny."

"And you dare call yourself invincible in this world?"

"I have seen too many lucky juniors like you."

"Great Xia has never lacked geniuses."

That oppressive might materialized, seemingly wanting to suppress this entire realm!

"But do you know how many geniuses' corpses one must step over to become a Holy Lord?"

Below the stage, the prostrating cultivators lacked even the courage to raise their heads under this Holy Lord's might. Every one of them had their souls trembling and their courage shattered.

Su Jiu's pretty face turned deathly pale. The two fox tails behind her swayed frantically as she barely kept herself from being crushed to the ground by the pressure.

The broadsword in Li Fan's hand let out an overwhelmed wail. He knelt on one knee, using the sword to prop himself up against the ground to avoid collapsing, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

But Su Ji had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He stood at the center of the storm, his robes snapping loudly in the wind, yet not a hint of fear could be seen on his face.

"Since you don't want to pay up..."

Su Ji slowly raised his head. On that handsome face, his brilliant smile was somewhat blinding.

"Then I'll just have to... take it with my own hands!"

The moment his voice fell.

The Holy Lord sneered, "Audacious!"

That raised hand gently pressed down toward Su Ji's direction.

Centered on Su Ji, the ground within a hundred-meter radius began to silently cave in.

The hard jade floor tiles twisted, deformed, and then turned into fine dust.

In a single breath, a massive circular crater had formed.

Meanwhile, all the space above, in front, behind, and to the sides of Su Ji was completely sealed at this moment, turning into an indestructible barrier.

There was no path to the heavens, and no door to the earth.

The only path of survival seemed to be burrowing into the pulverized dirt beneath his feet like a marmot, completely abandoning his image just to barely dodge it.

The Holy Lord, with just a single move, displayed a level of power in a completely different dimension from Golden Core cultivators.

This move, in Li Fan's eyes, was an absolute kill.

In the eyes of the crowd below, it was heavenly might.

But in Su Ji's eyes...

It was full of flaws.

With his current spear arts, combined with the Fallen Dragon Spear, there were no less than ten ways he could forcefully tear open a gap in this seemingly perfect lockdown.

But he couldn't.

He didn't dare.

Those purple eyes were the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Any overly extraordinary display of power could attract the attention of The Wardens.

Su Ji had no doubt that those eyes would not hesitate to completely erase him, along with the entire Xiangsi Sect, from this world.

Damn it.

Su Ji cursed in his heart, but his face maintained that calm and breezy expression.

Forget it.

Then I'll use the stupidest method.

I will use my weakest to defeat your strongest.

He gave up on grasping the Yinfeng Sword at his waist, and also gave up on taking out the Fallen Dragon Spear stored in his spatial ring.

He merely raised his right hand slowly.

The next moment.

A cluster of red flames quietly ignited from his fingertips.

The flame looked somewhat illusory, even a bit dim, just dancing there quietly.

Compared to the Holy Lord's world-destroying might, this tiny wisp of flame was as insignificant as a joke.

Flowing Fire Art.

This rank-four cultivation method, obtained from the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm and long abandoned by Su Ji to gather dust in the corner of his spatial ring, saw the light of day once again at this moment.

"Heh."

Seeing this, the Holy Lord let out a disdainful scoff.

A petty trick.

However, the spiritual energy within Su Ji's body was circulating in a profound and mysterious manner.

The domineering and wild spiritual energy of the Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art was only mobilized by thirty percent.

This thirty percent of spiritual energy was not restricted by the crude methods of the Flowing Fire Art. Instead, as if finding an outlet for release, it was compressed and condensed at an efficiency far exceeding the limits of the technique itself.

The cluster of red flame began to deepen in color, gradually turning into a heart-palpitating dark red.

"Go."

Su Ji flicked his finger.

That wisp of flame then slowly drifted toward the direction of the Holy Lord.

Its speed was so slow that it seemed a gust of wind could blow it out.

The crowd below was completely baffled.

"What... what is he doing?"

The Holy Lord's brows also furrowed.

He couldn't understand it.

But his intuition, honed over hundreds of years of life, was frantically warning him.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

He no longer held anything back; the hand pressing down suddenly clenched!

"Boom!"

The sealed hundred-meter space instantly collapsed!

Spatial turbulence danced wildly.

That cluster of dark red flame finally reached the space right in front of the Holy Lord.

Immediately after.

Reflected in the Holy Lord's suddenly shrinking pupils.

The dark red flame erupted and spread in an utterly incomprehensible manner!

It was not fire...

It was a vicious beast breaking free from its restraints in the Nine Netherworld, opening its massive maw to devour heaven and earth.

How was this a spell?

It was the purest flame of destruction, on par with the breath of a True Dragon!

The Holy Lord of Kuitian Holy Land, on his ordinary face, was finally replaced by sheer horror for the first time.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen such domineering flames!

These flames even gave him an illusion.

He was not facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Not someone from this world, but from an older...

Higher...

A realm that he completely could not comprehend...

An entity only recorded in the ancient texts of the Holy Land...

An Immortal King!

His soul was screaming a warning!

Flee!

He had no time to think about why a Foundation Establishment cultivator could unleash such a divine ability, nor did he have time to maintain his dignity as a Holy Lord.

Without hesitation, his figure left an afterimage in place as he retreated violently backward at an unimaginable speed!

However, it was too late.

The Holy Lord only felt his right shoulder sink, and a piercing, bone-deep agony instantly spread throughout his entire body!

He only heard a series of dense, scalp-numbing sizzling sounds coming from his right arm.

Ghastly white bones were exposed to the air.

Bizarrely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the hideous wound.

All the flesh and blood were completely burned into charred ash the instant they touched the flame.

Even so, this was already a massive stroke of luck for him.

He made a prompt decision, directly severing his own right arm to stop the flames from spreading.

The main body of the flames brushed right past his shoulder and smashed heavily into the ground not far behind him.

BOOM!

An incredibly heavy and deafening explosion rang out!

The jade-paved plaza looked as though it had been struck by a meteorite. A massive, semi-circular crater over ten meters deep was violently blasted into existence!

Dark red, cobweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions from the center of the crater.

Hiss...

Scalding steam spewed from the fissures, and a canopy of white smoke instantly shrouded the entire plaza, blotting out the sky.

A terrified cold sweat instantly drenched the Holy Lord's gray Daoist robes.

He stiffly lowered his head.

He looked at his right arm, which was now completely ruined.

Then, he looked into the distance at the giant crater that was still billowing thick smoke.

His mind went completely blank.

Are...

Are you kidding me?

He wondered, was it too late to admit that he might have been a bit too loud just now?

You call this Foundation Establishment?

What kind of Dao Foundation could be this breathtaking?

Your foundation is simply too beautiful...