Chapter 1579: The Divine Sensitivity Moment Directly Seals God, All Saints Retreat and Shake Ancient and Modern Times

A roar echoed through the air.

The same dragon chant rang out once more.

This time, it did not come from the Painting Dragon Halberd in Tai Zai Ci's hand, but from Xu Xiaoshou himself.

"How could he..."

The Twelve Sage Sovereigns looked up and saw Xu Xiaoshou transform in a flash of light, turning into a golden giant.

It was indeed the Mad Tyrant Giant form of Shou Ye as described in the intelligence, but something was terribly off!

"Has his giant ever had such red-gold dragon scales before, or those dragon horns? This doesn't match the records at all!"

Qin Guan wore a puzzled expression.

"No, the intelligence did mention it—you probably overlooked it. Before the Ultimate Giant tore apart the Saint Emperor Qilin, Xu Xiaoshou had already shown this battle form."

Kong Tong was equally shocked.

"Yes, it's the Dragon Ancestor Power, but can it really withstand Tai Zai Ci's War God Power..."

Some expressed doubt.

Indeed, the current Mad Tyrant Giant was massive enough to rival Tai Zai Ci's giant form after activating the War God Power.

The dragon scales manifested by the Dragon Ancestor Power appeared to match the War God Armor in strength.

Tai Zai Ci wielded the top-tier exotic weapon Painting Dragon Halberd, while the Mad Tyrant Giant had four swords and Yan Mang suspended behind it, all enlarged renowned blades.

Without a doubt, on the surface, the two were evenly matched.

But...

"I heard Xu Xiaoshou also has the Heaven Ancestor Power?"

"Yet Tai Zai Ci was a semi-saint a hundred years ago, with deep foundations that can't be shaken."

"Xu Xiaoshou's ancient sword techniques are also masterful, and he cultivates ancient martial arts..."

"In both ancient martial and spiritual paths, techniques favor the divine, and the body favors Tai Zai. Tai Zai Ci won't lose—Xu Xiaoshou will just be crushed!"

Amid the murmurs, the battle erupted.

Both giants possessed terrifying speeds that belied their sizes, exploding into motion and shattering sound barriers as they collided.

Boom, boom, boom...

In an instant, the Painting Dragon Halberd clashed with the Mad Tyrant Giant's fists countless times, while the four swords and Yan Mang swept in, trying to pierce the War God Armor.

But their defenses and reactions were too strong!

As soon as one side moved, the other responded instantly.

They evaded, deflected, countered every blow—back and forth, in a deadlock.

The rumbling explosions shifted from the battlefield to the skies and back, tearing through space.

It ended with one landing a sword strike and the other a halberd blow, both briefly disengaging.

Hiss...

The two giants in the arena showed no sign of sweat.

The semi-saints watching from the sidelines, however, were gripped with shock.

Wielding the sharpest weapons and unleashing the most ferocious powers, these giants engaged in a simple, brutal, yet dazzling close-combat frenzy.

"Purely in terms of combat experience and reflexes..."

"If I were in there, one slip-up and Tai Zai Ci's kick followed by a halberd strike would split my avatar in half on the spot!"

Qin Guan glanced back silently at the Sage Sovereigns around him, seeing the heavy expressions on their faces.

Yes, if they put themselves in the fight, none could handle Tai Zai Ci's attacks.

But Xu Xiaoshou withstood them!

This meant Kong Tong's earlier words were spot on.

Even if all Twelve Sage Sovereigns attacked together, they might not be a match for him—it truly had to be left to Tai Zai Ci.

But...

"Tai Zai Ci is certainly brave and skilled in direct combat, but now he's struggling to take this guy down."

"Xu Xiaoshou is not only terrifying in battle awareness, but he's also incredibly cunning. Direct fights are usually his last resort..."

Before the Sage Sovereigns could finish their thoughts, Tai Zai Ci in the battlefield burst into laughter:

"Ha! Excellent! Good one, Xu Xiaoshou!"

"I never imagined that in today's continent, someone could withstand my attacks like this without even being a semi-saint. You're probably not much weaker than that so-called Shen Yi."

You really shouldn't say that—compared to him, I'm actually quite a bit behind...

Xu Xiaoshou spoke up:

"Do you love playing the mutual respect game?"

The words left the giant-form Tai Zai Ci stunned in place, and all the semi-saints around fell into stunned silence.

"Are you thinking this is some hero-pitying-hero moment, that if you butter me up, I'll let you go?"

The Mad Tyrant Giant continued, and Tai Zai Ci tightened his grip on the Painting Dragon Halberd, his eyes blazing with anger under the iron helmet as his killing intent surged.

"Just a warm-up, and you're already calling it thrilling? You've barely gotten started, and you're out of breath? That's way too quick!"

"Insolent!"

Tai Zai Ci could hold back no longer, thrusting the Painting Dragon Halberd forward in a charge.

The Mad Tyrant Giant kept going:

"If that's all you've got, you might as well head home and get some rest. Today, none of your people will escape—I mean it!"

"Shut your mouth—"

Tai Zai Ci roared, a blurry Kui shadow manifesting behind him, making the dragon chant from the Painting Dragon Halberd even deeper and more resonant.

Before it even reached him, Xu Xiaoshou felt an overwhelming pressure like a mountain, weighing down his steps.

Yet, a smirk curled at the giant's lips, as if a scheme had succeeded.

"I said it before—today, I'll start with snake soup."

He had no intention of engaging; his massive body simply leaned back, sinking like into the depths of the sea and vanishing from sight.

When he reappeared, he descended from the sky, landing directly on She Fu Ren's face, who was hidden far at the rear of the battlefield.

Close combat?

Close-combat output was just a small part of Xu Xiaoshou's strength.

With body, spirit, and sword paths all cultivated, his most fearsome trait was his "cunning."

Even in normal situations, Tai Zai Ci couldn't predict his next move—let alone now, when Tai Zai Ci was losing his cool.

This spatial shift caught everyone completely off guard.

Not only did Tai Zai Ci's halberd strike miss, but the Twelve Sage Sovereigns and Ying Sheng hadn't anticipated that after such a fierce manly duel, Xu Xiaoshou would suddenly turn to target someone else—they couldn't reinforce in time.

She Fu Ren, suddenly faced with this devil at her door, was terrified beyond words.

"No!"

She let out a plea.

Her barely repaired body shuddered violently, then expanded into a massive dark-purple giant venomous python.

But under the Mad Tyrant Giant's swords, the great python, though large, no longer held its world-shrouding might—it was like a weak, helpless little snake.

"How dare you?!"

Tai Zai Ci's halberd cleaved through empty air, shattering the Dao principles.

He forcibly halted his momentum, enduring a backlash, and charged toward the Mad Tyrant Giant.

Could he arrive first despite starting late?

Based on their earlier battle, Xu Xiaoshou was fast, but if Tai Zai Ci paid the price and used blood escape...

Arriving first wouldn't be an issue!

Yet this time, as Tai Zai Ci rushed forward with his vision blurring, all he met was the Mad Tyrant Giant's disdainful gaze as it turned back, sword in hand.

"You're too slow."

It didn't even glance at him fully.

It had its back to the dark-purple python the whole time.

It simply landed, grabbed the swords with both hands—one with the four swords, one with Yan Mang—then raised them high, twisted its body sideways, and stepped into a spin, as if about to unleash a blade storm.

Whoosh...

She Fu Ren had just exhaled a mouthful of poisonous mist when she heard a low murmur by her ear:

"Divine Sensitivity Moment!"

In a flash, the Mad Tyrant Giant's figure vanished from the world.

The Twelve Sage Sovereigns, as well as Sang Shui Cen Bai, saw him disappear completely from their sight.

But in Tai Zai Ci's eyes...

He was the closest!

Desperately rushing with the Painting Dragon Halberd!

Yet, just as he was about a hundred zhang away and could almost reach, he saw the winding dark-purple python's body—every segment now had a Mad Tyrant Giant figure on it!

Some were crouched for low cuts, some stepping for upward strikes, some inverted for downward thrusts, some in sleeping poses for flipping slashes...

They flashed by from head to tail in an instant.

The Mad Tyrant Giant hadn't disappeared—it had pushed its speed to an absolute extreme!

Wielding the dual swords, it pierced through the poisonous mist, cutting and slicing the giant python again and again.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

A series of tight, rapid cutting sounds erupted in a flash, accompanied by dozens of blood mists spraying from the snake's body, painting a vivid scene of carnage.

As She Fu Ren regained her senses, she realized her massive body had been severed into thirty-six pieces, pain flooding her mind.

"Hiss... ahhh—"

Her shrill, twisted scream echoed across the heavens.

There was no greater agony than being helpless and watching yourself being chopped to pieces.

The scream was heartbreaking to hear, the sight terrifying to behold—the Twelve Sage Sovereigns felt their hair stand on end.

"How is that possible?!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who had been matching Tai Zai Ci's speed and nearly reaching Saint Emperor levels with various enhancements...

How could he suddenly erupt with speeds hundreds or thousands of times greater?

Not even hundreds— at their level, doubling speed was already a monumental feat.

Yet even Tai Zai Ci, under this speed, could only watch in stunned impotence.

That was his She Fu Ren!

Chopped into over thirty pieces right in front of him?

"You're scaring me to death!"

"What kind of spiritual technique is that?"

It wasn't just the Sacred God Hall side that was terrified—the three Sacred Slaves and Bai Zhuo Palace Master felt a chill run up their spines.

"Divine Sensitivity Moment..."

Bai Zhuo racked his brain and recalled from the intelligence that when Xu Xiaoshou fought the Saint Emperor Qilin and transformed into the Ultimate Giant, he had used a similar speed-boosting technique.

But how much it boosted was unclear, as the thing's limits were marked "unknown."

Besides, intelligence passed through second-hand reports was never as reliable as seeing it firsthand.

As for recordings...

Witnessing a Saint Emperor battle from afar was one thing, but capturing its images without being affected by the continent's forgetting forces? Unless the intelligence operative was a Saint Emperor or had Saint Emperor-level treasures, it was impossible.

"Terrifying..."

Not just Bai Zhuo—the likes of Sang Lao and Shui Gui were also filled with horror.

If not for the words "Divine Sensitivity Moment," they might not have even remembered Xu Xiaoshou's battle with the Saint Emperor Qilin.

Now, thinking back...

From the moment She Fu Ren's Huai Poison failed to take down Xu Xiaoshou, her fate was sealed.

And from the start, when Tai Zai Ci chose to warm up and probe instead of going all out, the outcome was decided.

"Can't stop him!"

Sang Lao's eyes flashed with determination.

This disciple of his had grown beyond his wildest imagination—though not entirely his doing, that didn't matter. Tai Zai Ci absolutely couldn't halt his momentum!

"Only the Ten Venerables can fight him..."

"And even then, only a few going all out might have a chance against Xu Xiaoshou now."

"I thought we'd have to wait for Ba Zun An, but it seems my release from prison might happen sooner..."

With just one chaotic sword strike and a sudden twist, the Sacred God Hall's momentum was completely shattered.

The Mad Tyrant Giant sheathed its swords, and snake blood rained down, drenching it in red.

Thud, thud.

At its feet rolled a head from the python's shattered body, reverting to human form.

She Fu Ren!

Her face was covered in blood, twitching uncontrollably, weakly flicking her snake tongue and letting out meaningless groans of agony.

"Hiss... uh..."

The giant stood still, back to the crowd, slowly lifting its foot.

"I told you, Tai Zai Ci, you can't protect them."

The world fell silent, save for the massive foot enlarging in the bloody haze above She Fu Ren's head.

Hiss—no!!!

With a boom, the foot stamped down.

Compared to the giant's foot, the tiny human-form She Fu Ren's head didn't even make a sound as it burst.

A spatial mystic array unfolded, and as the Mad Tyrant Giant turned sideways, it raised its palm.

In it lay a semi-saint position crystal!

"Dead? Dead?"

Seeing that, the Twelve Sage Sovereigns seemed to be shocked all at once, their eyes on the blood-red giant now laced with fear.

Killing a semi-saint didn't require destroying their body, soul, will, or even their second or third semi-saint avatars.

When the semi-saint position crystal was shattered, it was all over—no turning back.

After all...

"Death isn't the end, nor does it mean it's finished."

With a rumble, as the crowd's thoughts swirled in chaos, the Mad Tyrant Giant fully turned, its scarlet eyes shifting to fix on Tai Zai Ci.

Then, with a leap, it locked onto the Twelve Sage Sovereigns behind him.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

The Twelve Sage Sovereigns exploded with blood mist from their bodies, scattering in all directions like lightning.

"Blood Sacrifice Dao Shift!"

"Blood Shadow Escape!"

"Evil God Escape!"

"Forbidden Dao Flight!"

In the face of the Mad Tyrant Giant's gaze, the twelve blood escapes burst forth like scattering celestial maidens, a dazzling display.

What ghosts!

When those eyes locked on them, the Twelve Sage Sovereigns' minds went blank, already envisioning their own deaths—who cared about mourning She Fu Ren?

In terms of offense, Shou Ye had the four swords that could cleave anything...

In defense, he fought Tai Zai Ci for ages without a scratch...

In speed, the way he diced She Fu Ren into thirty-six pieces was proof enough...

In body, he cultivated ancient martial arts!

In spirit, he battled the Bei Huai Saint Emperor's intent avatar!

In will, his prajna was flawless, his divine thoughts unbeatable, and he could stack momentum to swallow mountains and rivers!

Only now did the past intelligence—presented in words and images—come alive through this bloody scene, searing a bright red-gold mark into their memories.

Xu Xiaoshou...

Shou Ye...

A figure like him, born in this era, was a dimensional strike against all ancient and modern talents. How could anyone dare dismiss him with mere evaluations of being below semi-saint in Refining Spirit?

Was Shen Yi weak? He was just in Refining Spirit Taixu.

Was Kui Lei Han weak? He still hadn't become a semi-saint.

Was Ba Zun An weak? His cultivation had fallen repeatedly.

Verbal jabs had become habit, and the Twelve Sage Sovereigns, even Ying Sheng and Tai Zai Ci, had avoided facing the Ten Venerables' once-overwhelming combat prowess.

Even when the Ten Venerables' Dao Qiong Cang included in the Summoning Saint Decree an evaluation of Xu Xiaoshou as having "the bearing of the Ten Venerables," they had dismissed it.

Now...

Memories resurfaced!

One Divine Sensitivity Moment, and he ascended to godhood!

The Ten Venerables were still the Ten Venerables—Shou Ye was truly the boss. With just a glance, semi-saints fled, and he might even cause a saint to fall directly!

"Hah."

"The Twelve Sage Sovereigns?"

"A bunch of cowardly rats!"

Xu Xiaoshou watched the twelve semi-saints flee in disarray, shaking his head speechlessly, but he didn't pursue.

They weren't his main opponents—better if they ran.

He didn't want another She Fu Ren popping up to weaken him with status effects, tipping the scales.

With Shui Gui and Sang Lao marking them, unless the Divine Relic closed suddenly, none of the Twelve Sage Sovereigns could escape!

He turned back to Tai Zai Ci, not rushing to attack.

By now, even the Ultimate Giant couldn't drain him dry.

But that Divine Sensitivity Moment had used every ounce of his strength, nearly depleting his spiritual energy.

His Refining Spirit cultivation was still holding him back a bit.

Fortunately, the dragon pearl had plenty of stored power, and his vital energy was full, with transformations running constantly, plus Human Path and Devouring Power as backups...

His endurance was maxed out—he wasn't afraid of another fight.

No matter how strong or defensive Tai Zai Ci was, so what?

After a breather, he could activate Divine Sensitivity Moment again and bet everything on victory.

So, the Mad Tyrant Giant just calmly wiped the snake blood from its body. Seeing Sang Lao and the others too scared to speak, it mockingly pressed on:

"Tai Zai Ci, I'm strong enough that with one look, the Twelve Sage Sovereigns scattered like rabbits..."

Ah, these lines really sound better coming from someone else. Li Fugui, where are you? You're the one who gets my vibe...

Xu Xiaoshou quickly steadied his thoughts and lifted his chin arrogantly:

"So, why don't you run?"