"It's you!"
"It's me!"
As the words fell, the Sacred Body erupted, aura shooting straight into the heavens, making the sky itself change color.
Qingzhou's strength made him wary in his heart, not daring to hold back in the slightest.
"Suppress!"
Qingzhou bellowed.
The ancestral tree shuddered, shooting out strands of terrifying aura like a spiderweb, suppressing the space, dozens of times more solid than before.
At this moment the ancestral tree was no longer merely activated; it had fully erupted.
The aura Chen Xuan unleashed had faintly reached the Peak of Eighth Layer, and he also commanded the Rule of Space.
To prevent any accidents.
He chose to reinforce the space once more.
Qingzhou had already thrown everything aside; he wanted Chen Xuan dead!
Chen Xuan's expression tightened. With forty percent control over the Rule of Space, space was like a part of his own body.
But…
