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The same scenario played out time and time again.

He killed all the martial arts masters in their mid-stage, late-stage, and peak stages.

Whether it's the mid-game, late-game, or peak, Luo Tian always finds it very "difficult".

Every time, it's a mess; every time, it's unsteady, as if it might collapse at any moment.

But every time, it's the opponent who falls, while he remains standing. Isn't that infuriating?

……

"Luo Tian has won again! This is the tenth Martial Dao Venerable he has killed!"

"What level is he at? A peak Martial Arts Venerable couldn't possibly be this strong!"

"Could he be a celestial being on earth?"

"Impossible! How could a terrestrial immortal be so weak? Didn't you see how much effort he put in every fight?"

"Then why is he able to keep winning?"

"I don't know... but something feels off."

The online comments initially turned from mockery to skepticism, and then to shock.

Every time, just when everyone thought Luo Tian was going to lose, he would win.

Every time, just when everyone thought he couldn't get up, he would get up again.

In Kyoto, the Sage sat in front of the television, his brow furrowed as he watched Luo Tian, ​​covered in wounds and teetering on the verge of collapse, on the screen.

"Is he... really alright?"

Old Zhao's face was also full of worry:

"Luo Tian seems to be badly injured?"

The sage was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"He was about to fall every time, but he never did."

He was about to lose every time, but he never did.

A glint of light flashed in the sage's eyes:

"He's acting..."

Old Zhao was taken aback:

"acting?"

The sage nodded:

"He's deliberately feigning weakness to lure those old monsters into making a move."

Old Zhao gasped:

"Just how strong is Master Luo?"

The sage laughed and said:

"Just wait and see!"

……

On the shore of Zhuilong Lake, Luo Tian stood swaying, covered in wounds and blood.

He looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over, but he just wouldn't fall.

"Who else?"

Although the voice was weak, it carried a hint of provocation.

In the ancient martial arts world, those old monsters finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"That's enough!"

A loud shout shook the heavens and the earth.

The Supreme Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, Master Xuanqing, stood up from his seat.

He took a step forward and landed in the center of the field.

A terrifying aura erupted from him, as vast as a mountain and as overwhelming as the sea, crushing everything in its path.

Even the space around him trembled slightly, as if it could not withstand the power he unleashed.

He's actually a genuine terrestrial deity!

"Luo Tian, ​​you killed my Imperial Sword Sect elder, today I will personally take your life."

Master Xuanqing stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair all white, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, like a banished immortal from a painting.

But the murderous intent in his eyes was palpable.

Luo Tian raised his head, looked at him, and smiled weakly:

"Old man, finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

Master Xuanqing snorted coldly:

"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent!"

Do you think that killing a few martial arts masters makes you a match for a terrestrial immortal?

He paused, then his voice boomed:

"I have cultivated for three thousand years and gone through countless tribulations before finally stepping into the realm of a terrestrial immortal."

You're just a young man in your early twenties, and you've become arrogant and ignorant just because you had a little bit of luck.

Today I'll show you what true power is!

His words ignited the passion of the entire audience.

"Master Xuanqing! Master Xuanqing!"

"With a terrestrial deity making a move, Luo Tian is doomed!"

"No matter how strong Luo Tian is, he can't possibly defeat a terrestrial immortal!"

"This time it's truly over!"

Luo Tian looked at Xuanqing Zhenren, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Are you done talking?"

Master Xuanqing's face darkened:

"court death!"

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves, consisting solely of pure power.

But it was this one palm strike that caused the world to change color.

A fierce wind blew, and dark clouds surged.

A gigantic golden hand condensed in the air, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The lines on his palm were clearly visible, radiating an aura of world-destroying power.

"My God! Is this the power of a terrestrial deity?"

"This palm strike could shatter an entire mountain!"

"Luo Tian is finished! Utterly finished!"

The audience gasped and backed away in surprise.

Those martial arts masters turned pale, struggling to breathe under the oppressive aura.

Luo Tian looked up at the enormous hand, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

But on his face, he feigned a terrified expression.

"No...don't..."

He raised his hands with "difficulty," as if he were using all his strength to resist.

The golden palm fell heavily.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The ground trembled violently, and the lake water surged into towering waves.

The shockwave spread outwards, knocking the onlookers off their feet.

Those martial arts masters were thrown dozens of feet away by the shockwave.

The Grandmaster was even knocked to the ground.

"Reload! Reload!"

"This is terrifying! Is this the power of a terrestrial deity?"

"Luo Tian is dead! He's definitely dead!"

Everyone was retreating, moving away from the center of the battlefield.

Huge waves rolled on the lake.

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

It felt like the end of the world had come.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the battlefield.

Luo Tian is still standing there, damn it!