The clash of two supreme divine abilities ultimately ended with the shattering of the Maha Boundless Tribulation. Although the dark red beam generated by the Eightfold Pagoda was weakened due to the head-on collision with that technique, it still retained terrifying power. At the very least, what remained was more than enough to obliterate Maha Tian!
Had Maha Tian any more formidable means to rely on, he might have been able to block the remnants of the beam. However, in pushing the Maha Boundless Tribulation to its utmost through his Sovereign Avatar, he had already exhausted a significant portion of his strength and even suffered backlash. Even if he had another trump card, he no longer had the strength to deploy it.
Moreover, he had placed complete confidence in his ultimate move, never considering the possibility that the Maha Boundless Tribulation would lose to Xiao Yan's Eightfold Pagoda. He hadn't even thought of dodging. By the time he realized that the beam of energy barreling toward him was enough to annihilate him, it was already far too late.
Just as everyone thought Maha Tian was about to be vaporized by the dark red beam, the space before him violently trembled. At that critical moment, two overwhelming auras—each even stronger than Maha Tian's—suddenly surged into Xiao Yan's perception. Then, without warning, two ancient figures materialized in front of Maha Tian.
Both were dressed in robes of black and white, their dry, withered hands clutching a black staff and a white staff respectively. Though they looked like they were already knocking on death's door, the instant they appeared, the entire continent let out a mournful wail, as though the world itself was lamenting.
"Late-stage Saint Grade?!" Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly as he sensed the energies pulsing from the two old men. Maha Tian was already among the elites of mid-stage Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, but these two clearly surpassed him by a significant margin. Their strength had broken past the middle stage and entered the realm of late-stage Saint Grade.
These must be the other two Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns of the Maha Ancient Clan that Qing Yanjing had previously mentioned. Their strength was far beyond what Xiao Yan had expected. Still, while they were undoubtedly powerful, they didn't strike him as being on the same level as the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor he'd faced before. If it came to a head-on battle, these two old monsters were certainly not that demon's match.
"This just got troublesome... I didn't think those two old freaks would show up." Within the Endless Fire Domain, Qing Yanjing's expression turned grim as she looked toward the newly arrived figures. If Maha Tian was the backbone of the Maha Ancient Clan, these two were its unshakable pillars. The Maha Clan had held its status as the top of the Five Ancient Clans for so long precisely because of their existence.
Despite the dire circumstances, Qing Yanjing couldn't help but maintain a blind sense of faith in Xiao Yan. After all, if it were anyone else, they wouldn't have made it out of the Extraterritorial Evil Race's grasp alive.
By now, she could tell that Xiao Yan's spiritual energy cultivation was not a bit inferior to Maha Tian's. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the latter so handily. And if Xiao Yan could defeat a late-stage Saint Grade powerhouse like the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor while still at the Immortal-grade level, now that he had stepped into the Saint Grade himself, it was highly unlikely he had stopped advancing. Facing three Saint Grade opponents might spell certain death for others, but not necessarily for him.
The two elderly figures stared at the incoming dark red beam with solemn expressions. Simultaneously, they began to form seals, merging black and white energies into a single translucent barrier. Only then did they successfully block the beam. Even so, both of them knew very well that if the Eightfold Pagoda hadn't already expended so much energy in its earlier clash—or if they hadn't acted in unison—the beam would have torn through them with ease.
"To think that your Eightfold Pagoda is even more powerful than the old ghost from the Pagoda Clan in his prime..." muttered the black-robed elder, his eyes flashing with rare surprise as he stared at Xiao Yan.
"But the Eightfold Pagoda requires the Pagoda Tower as a foundation and can only be cultivated by members of the Pagoda Clan. This boy clearly bears no trace of that bloodline. How can he use the Eightfold Pagoda?" questioned the white-robed elder, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Tch, you ancient bastards always play the same game. Beat one, and the elders come crawling out. When it comes to shamelessness, the Maha Ancient Clan truly is unmatched in the Great Thousand World," Xiao Yan sneered disdainfully as his gaze swept over them.
"Insolent brat! When we dominated the Great Thousand World, you were still nursing from your mother's bosom!" snapped the black-robed elder in anger.
"Yeah, yeah. I've heard all about how your Maha Clan is full of cowardly old turtles. No need to repeat yourselves," Xiao Yan replied lazily, waving his hand dismissively.
The faces of the two elders turned visibly darker. Having monitored the battle from the shadows, they naturally understood the 'turtle' insult. In their countless years, who had ever dared mock them like this?
"Enough! No more talk! This brat is sharp-tongued and venomous. Once we capture him, break his limbs! Let him experience what it means to live a life worse than death!" Maha Tian snarled, his expression contorted with rage. He had endured Xiao Yan's sharp tongue on several occasions now and had nearly burst a vein each time.
"Just the limbs? You guys really lack creativity. When I beat someone, I make sure to snap all five of their limbs. Oh, wait, I forgot—you Maha Clan fossils have probably lost your fifth limb centuries ago. My mistake."
"Bastard!!" The two elders, regardless of their cultivated calm, were now thoroughly enraged by Xiao Yan's provocations. They simultaneously struck, their black and white staffs erupting with divine radiance. Clearly, these staves were no ordinary artifacts—their grade likely exceeded even the Primordial Flame Dragon Halberd once wielded by the Flame Ancestor himself.
Backed by their late-stage Saint Grade cultivation and armed with such legendary Saint Artifacts, the combined might of these two could even send a powerhouse like the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor into retreat. Yet, facing such terrifying opponents, Xiao Yan remained unshaken.
With a thought, the Heavy Xuan Ruler transformed into a dazzling crystalline fire ruler. Flames surged forth like an endless tide, crashing toward the two Supreme Elders of the Maha Clan.
The sky burned.
The land shook.
Another battle of the highest order erupted between three peak Saint Grade powerhouses—one man standing alone against two of the most ancient existences in the world, and still pressing forward without fear.
(End of Chapter)
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