Chapter 593

Nie Renwang exclaimed.

A trace of terror even appeared on his face.

He had not seen a domain before.

But a domain as terrifying as Xiao Mochen's, which directly isolated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and bound their movements,

he had never seen.

How was this any different from immortal arts?

Even Emperor Wen Long felt despair.

His own invincible move—Xiao Mochen was clearly right before his eyes, yet he felt as if they were worlds apart.

This was not just a domain; it likely also contained the principles of formations.

And in their shocked eyes, a phantom of a Martial God appeared on Xiao Mochen.

"A mere Divine Roaming, yet you dare to be presumptuous!"

"Today, I will let you know that Divine Roaming is nothing more than a single slap!"

As he spoke, Xiao Mochen moved his mind.

The Martial God phantom brought down a palm.

Instantly, the sky was torn open, and a palm descended from the heavens.

It was precisely the Tathagata Palm, Buddha's Light Illuminates All.

Only, this Buddha's light did not bring compassion or salvation.

It brought endless destruction.

"No!"

Wen Long screamed in despair.

This palm could not be blocked at all.

Three Divine Roaming experts, gone with just one slap.

Was Xiao Mochen truly this powerful?

Had he known this, he should never have provoked Xiao Mochen.

But it was too late for regrets.

Boom!

The giant palm landed, the earth shook, and dust filled the fields.

And when everything returned to calm, a massive palm-shaped crater appeared exactly where Nie Renwang, Duan Shuai, and Wen Long had been.

One strike, like an apocalyptic disaster.

"Y-Your Majesty is dead?"

"Killed three Divine Roaming experts with one palm?"

"Is this guy a monster?"

The soldiers were terrified.

Xiao Mochen killed three Divine Roaming experts casually; he was not a man, but a god.

However, amidst the shock,

some people resisted.

"You actually committed regicide!"

"Today, this General swears to live and die with the King!"

"Soldiers, hear my command: Kill!"

Following the General's order,

the crowd actually charged directly at Xiao Mochen.

The Emperor was dead; they could not escape their fate.

They could only die in battle to repay the world.

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven!"

"Sins of one's own making cannot!"

Xiao Mochen sneered.

He had no intention of a mass slaughter, but these people were ignorant and offended his divine might.

Then he could not be blamed.

Instantly, a terrifying pressure radiated from Xiao Mochen.

It was subtle at first, but then it transformed into a raging sea.

It swept outward in all directions like a flood.

Wherever it passed, the soldiers felt difficulty breathing and bled from their seven orifices.

Thump, thump!

One soldier after another fell.

There was no need for Xiao Mochen to even strike; his aura alone suppressed and killed the soldiers.

At this moment, whether it was ordinary soldiers or the Heavenly Man experts Cao Zhengchun and Zhuge Zhengwo,

under this aura, they were no different from ants.

One after another, they fell.

In just an instant, more than half of the thousands of troops had fallen.

Yet at this moment, a long sigh rang out:

"Since you are an Earthly Immortal, why bother with ordinary soldiers?"