False gods hadn’t condensed Godheads. They were thus not considered true gods. Still, their strength was far beyond that of demigods.0

When Su Yi’s slash landed, Ol’ Fiend Thunder immediately sensed the impending crisis. He didn’t hesitate to draw on his full power and raise the Bagua mirror into the air.0

He then activated it with the full power of his cultivation base.0

Boom!0

The Bagua Mirror erupted with golden flames, manifesting a perfectly round, sacred barrier that blocked the descending sword qi.0

Alas, Ol’ Fiend Thunder underestimated how terrifying this strike was. It descended with the weight of a falling mountain.0

The barrier broke beneath its ruthless pressure. It was instantly under terrifying suppression, and it swayed violently. Spiderweb-like cracks formed on its surface.0

Ol’ Devil Thunder’s expression shifted, and chills coursed through his heart. This is the power of a young Great Profound Stage cultivator!?0

He dared not hesitate. His hair and beard bristled, and he bit through the tip of his tongue and waved his fly whisk through the air.0

The whisk was snow-white, like the river of stars flowing in reverse....0