965: Such trivial skills, how dare you show them off?!

Luo Xiu's dark gold heterochromatic eyes suddenly flashed with a dazzling light, as if a mysterious power hidden deep within was instantly activated.

This light was like a meteor streaking across the sky, illuminating one side of his cold, stern face.

Looking closely, at the deepest part of his pupils, it seemed as if a miniature Universe was undergoing a Reincarnation of birth and destruction.

Within, the birth and fall of stars played out in succession, and the flow and dissipation of nebulae were unpredictable, as if it were a microscopic world condensing endless mysteries and power.

In an instant, a tyrannical and overbearing terror of will descended with a crash; this will seemed to come from an ancient demon god, carrying a supreme majesty capable of stabilizing the world and suppressing the Void Realm.

It was like a surging tide, instantly sweeping through the entire space, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Under the pressure of this will, space began to twist and deform, emitting bursts of low whimpering sounds, as if painfully protesting the descent of this powerful force.

It was actually using an absolutely powerful force that inspired despair to forcibly interfere with and solidify the Laws of space in a certain area.

Like a giant of infinite strength, using his thick arms to forcibly squeeze the flowing space into a piece of hard rock.

“Buzz—!”

A dull and long sound echoed in the air, seemingly the painful groan emitted when space was forcibly distorted.

The space around Baili Ziyuan instantly underwent an astonishing change, becoming like transparent amber weighing billions of catties.

This amber was crystal clear, yet incredibly heavy, as viscous as solidified lava.

Every inch of space seemed to have invisible shackles applied to it, binding everything that wanted to move freely within.

His figure, which was originally about to completely etherealize, was like a fish swimming freely in the water that was suddenly frozen in a block of ice.

The ethereal state of his body was forcibly interrupted by this powerful force, becoming solid once again.

His body trembled slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

“What?!”

On Baili Ziyuan's habitually indifferent face, a violent shock appeared for the first time.

His eyes widened, filled with shock and horror.

One must know that as his strength improved, this life-saving method of his became increasingly perfect, yet it was actually forcibly broken by the opponent in such a tyrannical manner that lacked any skill to speak of.

It was like a meticulously planned conspiracy that instantly collapsed in the face of the opponent's absolute power.

A huge backlash force came like a surging tide, causing the blood and Qi throughout his body to churn.

He only felt a heat flow scurrying everywhere inside him, as if it wanted to burst through his body.

It felt as if his Soul was being struck hard by an invisible giant hammer; a burst of sharp pain hit him, making him unable to help but let out a muffled groan.

A trace of pale blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, looking particularly jarring against his pale face.

And at this time, Luo Xiu's next strike had already arrived like a violent storm!

That huge demonic claw loomed down again, like the hand of the Grim Reaper reaching out from the dark abyss, carrying a cold aura of death.

The chill of death pierced into his marrow like needles, making Baili Ziyuan unable to suppress a shiver.

No way to retreat, no way to avoid!

In this life-or-death moment, a flash of determination crossed Baili Ziyuan's eyes.

His gaze became firm and cold, as if he had already made his final decision.

He slammed his hands together, and the Death Qi around him burned and was sacrificed frantically with unprecedented intensity.

That Death Qi was like black flames, burning fiercely around his body and making crackling sounds.

“Netherworld Gate! Yellow Springs Tentacles!”

Accompanied by his hoarse roar containing endless determination, the voice sounded like a curse coming from the depths of Hell, full of gloom and horror.

A huge, ancient, pitch-black door covered in countless wailing faces and eerie runes suddenly tore through space in front of him and crashed open.

This door seemed to be a passage connecting the worlds of Yin and Yang, emitting a hair-raising aura.

Behind the door was endless death and silence.

It was a dark world, without a single ray of light or a hint of life.

The phantom of the ceaselessly flowing, turbid Yellow Springs tumbled and surged within, as if countless aggrieved Souls were struggling in pain.

The waters of the Yellow Springs let out a low roar, as if recounting endless sorrow and anger.

The next moment, countless viscous pitch-black tentacles composed entirely of pure Death Qi, resentment, and some kind of extraterrestrial Chaos energy let out a howl that made one's Divine Soul tremble, as if they had discovered a peerless delicacy.

These tentacles were like giant pythons, twisting their bodies as they frantically surged out from that Netherworld Gate.

Each of them contained a terrifying power to corrode life, pollute the Divine Soul, and drag all living beings into eternal sleep.

They had only one target—Luo Xiu in front of them!

In the next instant, they were like a nest of mad pythons from the abyss, instantly engulfing and entangling Luo Xiu's massive figure, tightening frantically in an attempt to drag him into that gate of death.

The tentacles tightly wrapped around Luo Xiu's body, as if they wanted to strangle his body into two segments.

“Paltry tricks, yet you dare to show them off?!”

Submerged by countless death tentacles, Luo Xiu let out a suffocating low shout.

He didn't even bother with the tentacles wrapped around his body, as if they were just insignificant mosquitoes to him.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one dark, suddenly locked onto Bai Yuan, who was trying to organize an attack again; a sharp killing intent was revealed in his gaze.

“Get lost! Don't get in the way!”

Luo Xiu roared, his voice full of majesty and dominance.

“Swish! Swish!”

Two rays of light, condensed to the extreme, instantly shot out from his pupils.

The speed of these two rays, one gold and one dark, exceeded the limits of visual capture; almost the instant they were emitted, they crossed space and blasted directly in front of Bai Yuan.

The rays were like two bolts of lightning, piercing through the dark space and carrying powerful energy.

Bai Yuan's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, and they were filled with terror.

In his haste, he could only hold the Imperial Sword horizontally in front of him and fully activate his Protective Sword Qi.

That Protective Sword Qi was like a transparent shield, tightly protecting his body within.

“Boom!!!”

The Gilded Ray struck the sword blade first, its terrifying power far exceeding the previous punch's force.

Bai Yuan only felt an irresistible giant force strike him, as if a great mountain had been pressed onto his body.

The Imperial Sword wailed and flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air before landing heavily on the ground.

Immediately following, the pitch-black ray slammed hard against his Protective Sword Qi; the aura of silence and destruction eroded it frantically, and the Sword Qi was instantly covered in cracks.

Those cracks spread like a spider web, as if the Sword Qi was struggling in pain.

Then, the Sword Qi shattered with a bang, turning into countless tiny lights and dissipating in the air.