That palm strike carried immense power, Xu Zimo could tell that this woman, though at the God Meridian Realm, was no match for him.
Still, he remained cautious about this force called the Otherworldly Zenith Palace.
In his previous life, this faction had once appeared, making a huge name for itself. Many imperial lineages even submitted under them.
Of course, Xu Zimo hadnât interacted much with them in his past life, he wasnât at a high enough level back then, so he knew little about them.
As their palms collided, Xu Zimo suddenly twisted his arm and grabbed the womanâs wrist.
He pulled the woman in the green dress directly in front of him.
"Young lady, how about we both stop and just watch the fun?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Mo Xiaoluâs eyes narrowed as she tried to break free from his grip, but his hand was like an iron clamp, she couldnât move at all.
At that moment, her aura changed again. A light blue spiritforce began flowing around her.
With her at the center, snow started falling from the sky.
A thick layer of ice formed on her skin, and Xu Zimo felt a biting cold, a chill that pierced deep into his bones.
Inside his mind, a sharp wave of icy energy surged toward his soul, trying to freeze and destroy it entirely.
"Soul attack," Xu Zimo chuckled.
He activated the Nine-Revolutions God-Tower Physique within him. In the first of the nine defensive layers, the Howling Sun-Wolf raised its head and roared.
It spat out a stream of fire, instantly burning away all the icy energy.
The woman in green watched as Xu Zimo stood unfazed, and her expression turned serious.
She hadnât expected even her soul attack to be useless.
"Who are you really?" Mo Xiaolu asked, her tone heavy.
"Why donât you tell me about the Otherworldly Zenith Palace?" Xu Zimo said with a grin.
Mo Xiaolu snorted coldly, and once again, her aura changed.
The snowflakes falling around her grew more intense.
A pure white spiritforce began condensing around her. In that moment, her True Fate appeared.
Above her, the sky filled with swirling snowflakes that gathered around her.
A powerful aura stirred the heavens.
Cold, frost, and freezing energies spread throughout the area.
Xu Zimo watched with interest and said quietly, "Interesting. A snow-and-ice type True Fate."
People are naturally afraid of extreme natural disasters.
Itâs said nature is unstoppable, and bloodshed caused by heavy snowstorms can be devastating.
And if one dares to make snow and ice their True Fate, the price must have been huge.
Xu Zimo had struggled greatly when forming his own True Fate World.
As snow and frost gathered, the buzz-cut man fighting the God Emperor laughed lightly.
He said, "Looks like Junior Sister Xiaolu is really angry this time!"
As the blizzard swept in, Xu Zimo took several steps back.
Mo Xiaolu stood in the sky. With a casual point of her finger, the snowflakes around her began to condense.
They formed into the shape of a massive snow dragon, which roared and charged at Xu Zimo.
He didnât dodge. With the Tree of Lifeâs healing and his own defense, few in the same realm could hurt him.
In the blink of an eye, the snow dragon struck with a deafening boom.
The blast wave surged into the sky.
Multiple deep craters formed around them from the explosion. Even nearby slopes looked like they might collapse.
Everyone looked over. As the dust settled, Xu Zimo slowly emerged from the center of the blast.
He raised his head, grinned slightly, and said, "A kidâs game, isnât it time to stop?"
The next moment, Xu Zimo shot forward like a beam of light.
"Junior Sister!" the buzz-cut man shouted.
"How...?" Even Mo Xiaolu was stunned. He had taken her attack head-on.
Xu Zimo didnât give her time to think. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her from midair.
"Let go of my junior sister!" the buzz-cut man shouted.
The gray-haired manâs eyes narrowed. Suddenly, his aura surged.
Countless sword shadows flashed around him as his figure moved at lightning speed.
He pierced through layers of space and appeared behind Ye Feiyang.
Grabbing Ye Feiyangâs meridian points, he captured him in one swift move.
After that, the gray-haired man looked a bit pale.
Clearly, that move took a lot out of him, something he wouldn't use unless absolutely necessary.
Seeing this, the buzz-cut man became excited.
He shouted at Xu Zimo, "We both have hostages now. How about a trade?"
"Your junior sister seems really important to you," Xu Zimo said with a smile. "But Ye Feiyang doesnât mean much to me. The value isnât equal."
"What do you want?" the gray-haired man asked calmly.
"Answer a few questions, and Iâll let her go," Xu Zimo said.
"One. No more than that," the gray-haired man said firmly.
"Why are you attacking the Elden Lands?" Xu Zimo asked.
"We want to take over the Divine Gate. The Elden Lands are one of the most hidden places," the gray-haired man replied without hesitation.
Xu Zimo thought for a moment. Just like in his previous life.
This faction had started with a small spark, then rapidly expanded.
Within a few years, it spread across the entire Primordial Heartlands.
"Can I let her go now?" the gray-haired man asked.
Xu Zimo smiled and kicked Mo Xiaolu downward.
His foot landed right on her backside. As she hit the ground, her usually icy expression turned slightly red.
She clenched her teeth and glared at Xu Zimo. "One day, Iâll kill you."
The gray-haired man didnât say anything. He just tossed Ye Feiyang over.
"Still want to fight?" Xu Zimo asked.
"May I ask your name?" the gray-haired man asked.
"Xu Zimo, of the True Martial Sacred Ground," he replied.
"Iâll remember it," Mo Xiaolu said coldly, her expression back to icy calm as she gave Xu Zimo one last look.
She turned to the other two and said, "Letâs go."
As the three walked away, the space in front of them was torn open.
The God Emperor looked at Ye Feiyang and said, "You're really weak, taken down so easily."
"His True Fate is time," Ye Feiyang said, shaking his head.