NOVPUBThe palm strike was full of might, and Xu Zimei could tell that the strength of this woman at the Divine Vein Realm was simply no match for him.
However, he was still somewhat wary of the Extraterritorial Extreme Palace, this power.
In his previous life, this power had emerged and gained widespread renown, with many under the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect even submitting to it.
Of course, in his previous life, Xu Zimei didn’t have much contact with this power; after all, his level wasn’t high enough, so he knew very little about it.
When their palms collided, Xu Zimei suddenly twisted his arm and, taking advantage of the momentum, grabbed the woman’s wrist.
He pulled the woman in the green dress directly in front of him.
"Little girl, let’s both stop, shall we? How about we watch the commotion?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.
Mo Xiaolu’s eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to break free from Xu Zimei’s grasp, only to find that his hands were like iron clamps, entirely immovable and difficult to struggle against.
At that moment, her aura changed once again, and a pale blue Spiritual Energy surged around her.
Around her as the center, snow began to fall from the sky.
And layers of thick ice formed on the surface of her skin, Xu Zimei felt a chill.
A bone-piercing cold.
In his mind, it seemed as if an extreme coldness was rushing toward his Divine Soul, intent on completely freezing and shattering it.
"A Divine Soul attack," Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
The Nine Regions Grand Body within him activated, and within the first layer of its nine-fold defense, the Howling Moon Cang Wolf was roaring up at the sky.
It spewed out a breath of flames from its mouth, completely incinerating the cold air.
The woman in the green outfit, seeing Xu Zimei unfazed and unmoving, started to look more serious.
She hadn’t expected even a Divine Soul attack to be ineffective.
"Who exactly are you?" Mo Xiaolu asked, her eyes heavy with concern.
"Tell me about the Extraterritorial Extreme Palace," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
Mo Xiaolu snorted coldly, and at this moment, the aura around her changed again.
The already scattered snowflakes around her became even more intense.
A pure white Spiritual Energy began to condense around Mo Xiaolu, and at this moment, her True Fate emerged.
Above her head in the firmament, the snowflakes began to fall.
One by one the snowflakes drifted down and converged around her, an endless might stirring the wind and clouds of the heavens.
Attributes such as coldness and freezing lingered around.
Xu Zimei watched this scene with interest and said softly, "Interesting, a True Fate with the attributes of ice and snow."
When faced with natural disasters, people can’t help but feel fearful and exhausted.
It’s said that nature is irresistible, and snowstorms can cause devastating damage.
And if one wanted to make ice and snow their True Fate, the price to be paid was definitely much greater.
Just like when Xu Zimei condensed his True Fate World before, it took a great deal of effort.
As the snowflakes condensed, the man with the flat head who was fighting the Divine Emperor laughed lightly.
He said, "It seems Sister Xiaolu is really angry now!"
As the snow enveloped everything in sight, Xu Zimei’s figure retreated several steps.
At this moment, Mo Xiaolu stood above the firmament, gesturing casually, and the swirling snowflakes began to converge.
Eventually, they formed into the shape of an ice dragon, roaring as it charged toward Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei didn’t dodge either; with the healing from the Tree of Life and his own defenses, it was hard for anyone of the same realm to injure him.
When the ice dragon charged in the blink of an eye, there was a loud "boom."
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It exploded in front of Xu Zimei, the blast wave shooting up into the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom," the sound of explosions erupted one after another around them, creating several deep craters in the vicinity, and even the nearby hillside seemed on the verge of collapsing.
People turned towards the source of the noise, only to see that as the dust from the explosion’s aftermath settled, Xu Zimei’s figure slowly became visible.
He lifted his head and cracked a slight smile, saying, "Isn’t it about time we put an end to these childish games?"
The next moment, Xu Zimei’s figure shot out like a meteor, his speed almost as fast as a streak of aurora.
"Junior sister," the man with the crew cut yelled.
"How could this be?" Even Mo Xiaolu was somewhat stunned at the moment, unable to believe that Xu Zimei had withstood her blow.
However, Xu Zimei did not give her time to think it over. He directly grabbed her by the neck and lifted Mo Xiaolu up from mid-air.
"Let go of my junior sister," the man with the crew cut shouted at Xu Zimei.
The gray-haired man’s gaze, however, became more focused, and suddenly, an overwhelming aura erupted all around him.
Sword shadows flickered all around as he moved with incredible speed, eventually breaking through layers of space to appear right behind Ye Feiyang.
He pressed his hands against Ye Feiyang’s Vein Gate, capturing him in one swift motion.
After all this, the gray-haired man looked somewhat pale.
It was clear that he used this move with difficulty, and it was not something he would resort to unless absolutely necessary.
Seeing this, the man with the crew cut excitedly burst out.
He shouted at Xu Zimei, "Now we both have hostages, how about a trade?"
"Your junior sister seems very important to you," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"But this Ye Feiyang, to me, is expendable; the value is not equivalent."
"What do you want?" At this moment, the gray-haired man spoke, his tone flat.
"Answer a few of my questions, and I’ll let her go," Xu Zimei said.
"Just one. Otherwise, forget it," the gray-haired man refused, shaking his head seriously.
"Why attack the Old Land?" Xu Zimei asked.
"We want to take back the Divine Gate, and the Old Land is also one of the most hidden places," the gray-haired man responded without hesitation.
Xu Zimei pondered for a moment; it was just like in his past life.
This power had begun to expand aggressively after its initial emergence, and within a few short years, it had already spread across the entire Yuan Central Continent.
"Can we release them now?" the gray-haired man asked.
Xu Zimei smiled and kicked Mo Xiaolu down with one foot.
The kick landed right on her bottom, and when Mo Xiaolu got up from the ground, her usually icy face was tinged with a faint blush.
She glared at Xu Zimei through gritted teeth and said, "One day, I will kill you."
The gray-haired man didn’t waste any words and threw Ye Feiyang over to them.
"Shall we continue fighting then?" Xu Zimei asked.
"May I have your distinguished name?" the gray-haired man asked.
"Xu Zimei of the True Martial Holy Sect," Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
"I’ll remember that," Mo Xiaolu said, her expression returning to its usual coldness as she gave Xu Zimei a light glance.
She then turned to the two people beside her and said, "Let’s go."
Watching the trio’s departing figures, the space in front of him tore apart.
The Divine Emperor looked at Ye Feiyang and said, "You really are weak, getting subdued so easily by someone else."
"His True Fate is time," Ye Feiyang shook his head and said.
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