Tian Ming was dead, slain by Li Xiaotian's World-Ending Fist.
The unceasing will of world-ending struck Tian Ming down again and again, finally eradicating him, leaving only a roar of unwillingness.
It had to be said, Li Xiaotian's World-Ending Fist was extraordinarily powerful. He hadn't relied on his own Devouring Power or the Yin-Yang Law, but had purely used his fist to kill a formidable existence.
The immortal and indestructible attribute of an invincible powerhouse was no match for absolute strength.
"How can this be... How is this possible..." Dou Yan struggled to his feet, his entire face contorted with hatred and deep despair as he gazed at the divine, towering figure in the distance.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Dou Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale and his breathing ragged. His chest heaved violently, and his cracked body began to disintegrate, turning into dust.
He was beyond saving. His physical life force had been utterly destroyed, and only a wisp of his soul remained, like a lamp whose oil had run dry. The consciousness he still possessed was merely a final flicker.
"Hiss!" The surrounding trial-takers gasped, their scalps tingling at the sight.
"So strong, so terrifying." Their hearts churned with immense power. Li Xiaotian was truly beyond their imagination.
"That was Tian Ming, the peerless genius of the Underworld clan! Three thousand years ago, he had suppressed an entire era. All his contemporaries looked up to him."
Someone whispered, their voice filled with awe, unable to calm their thoughts.
"Dou Yan, the foremost among those below the high-tier in the Dou Qi world. His grandfather was a high-tier powerhouse, and his talent surpassed even his grandfather's. He had never lost a single battle, yet he too is dead!"
Everyone was aghast, their hearts rocked by colossal waves. Gazing at Li Xiaotian's retreating figure in the void, their eyes were filled with reverence and fear.
Both Tian Ming and Dou Yan were invincible existences below the high-tier, and the top powerhouses among this batch of trial-takers. They could ascend to the high-tier at any moment. Yet, now, they were dead.
They had joined forces to siege Li Xiaotian, but the result was Li Xiaotian killing them both.
Who could have foreseen such an outcome at the beginning?
It was simply unbelievable.
But the facts were laid bare, leaving no room for doubt.
The trials of Hundred Battles City were meant for the brilliant talents of various races in the universe to contend. The strong survived, the weak perished. The truly powerful mostly forged their path over corpses and bones, with blood and piles of white bones stretching endlessly behind them.
Everyone knew this was the potential outcome when they entered Hundred Battles City.
Anyone could die, but witnessing the fall of powerhouses as formidable as Tian Ming and Dou Yan sent a shiver of fear down the spines of many trial-takers.
Perhaps, if they had a chance to choose again, they would not have entered Hundred Battles City, but would have quietly ascended to the high-tier and become overlords of their own territories.
Alas, there was no turning back time. The reason these trial-takers participated in this trial was their own immense confidence, and their strength was sufficient; they were all renowned figures in their respective star domains.
They were all heavenly talents with pride in their hearts, participating in the Hundred Battles City trial to become stronger and to prove themselves.
But who would have thought that after entering Hundred Battles City, they would realize how laughable and naive their previous thoughts were?
There were terrifying existences whose cultivation realms were the same as theirs, but whose strength was several times greater.
Li Xiaotian departed, regretting that no more enemies had arrived. If the onlookers knew Li Xiaotian's thoughts, they would likely be even more shocked.
He had slain two terrifying beings and was still not satisfied, finding it insufficient?
Of course, there were indeed those with hostile intentions towards Li Xiaotian present. They had been waiting for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack and inflict heavy damage on Li Xiaotian, but the battle ended too quickly for them to even react.
Furthermore, after Dou Yan and Tian Ming perished, those who had intended to strike were struck with terror and wished to flee immediately.
Fortunately, Li Xiaotian was too indifferent to bother with these individuals, otherwise, more than just Tian Ming and Dou Yan would have perished today.
Soon, the outcome of this battle spread rapidly. There were not many trial-takers left on the World Tree, and they were all connected. Thus, all the trial-takers learned of the battle's conclusion.
For a time, countless worlds on the World Tree fell silent.
All the trial-takers were speechless, their emotions complex.
Many trial-takers felt immense pressure, as if a mountain had landed on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
"Tian Ming and Dou Yan joined forces, yet they were powerfully slain. Now, perhaps only powerhouses like Mo Tian and Shen Ming can contend with Li Xiaotian."
"Is the human race about to rise? For how many years, no, since the beginning, the human race has never produced an existence like Li Xiaotian."
"Hmph, it's a pity he is a god-blasphemer, destined to die. Even if he ascends to the high-tier in Hundred Battles City, he will still inevitably meet his demise."
"However, even if he dies in the end, he can be proud. I imagine his name will be spread across the entire universe. Such powerful beings are destined to be remembered by all the races of the universe."
Discussions arose, filled with shock, regret, and cold indifference.
The strength Li Xiaotian displayed was too monstrous, but he was a god-blasphemer. The more monstrous one was, the more tragic their end, destined to be hunted by the divine realm.
Just as everyone was reeling from Li Xiaotian's terrifying prowess, in a certain leaf-world on the World Tree, a formidable being opened its eyes. They were as deep as the sea, shrouded in chaotic mist, a vision of the primordial chaos. With each blink, terrifying light pierced through a leaf-world, fixating on the location where Li Xiaotian and Tian Ming had fought.
"Li Xiaotian!"
A murmur sounded. This was Mo Tian. After sensing the demise of Mo Lao Wu, he had been searching for Li Xiaotian's trace. It was a mere coincidence that he had stumbled upon a place of opportunity and had been in seclusion ever since, thus missing this battle.
"Buzz!"
His eyes flickered, and a scene materialized before him – the battle between Li Xiaotian and Tian Ming and Dou Yan. It was as if time had rewound, replaying every detail of the fierce confrontation.
This was a powerful technique, involving time.
If outsiders knew of this scene, they would be even more astonished. Time itself was a legendary Dao, never before witnessed.
And now, Mo Tian had comprehended a technique related to the Dao of Time, which was utterly shocking.
"When I emerge from seclusion, I will slay you!"
Mo Tian whispered, his tone flat and cold, as if stating a trivial matter. When he emerged from seclusion, he would kill Li Xiaotian.
A simple sentence, filled with dominance and confidence.