In the midst of the sweeping wind and snow, Christina could only feel countless eyes looking towards her, a burst of air that stirred the mountains and rivers, and a tragic sense of a nation’s ruin and family loss overwhelmed her.

“This is…” Christina was shocked in her heart, “Fist intent?”

At that moment, a figure slowly approached through the wind and snow, making it seem like the blizzard danced just for him. As soon as he appeared, he became the center of the entire world.

“Zhou Bai, you constantly talk about peaceful coexistence between humans and demons, but in the end, you’re not doing it for the demons or the humans, you are doing it for yourself, for your companions, your little home, your little group. You just can’t let go of these, you just want to preserve them.”

Christina clenched her teeth, feeling as if the other’s gaze had seen right through her, as if there were no secrets left before him.

Yet she couldn’t even find where the person truly was.

The next moment, amidst the wind and snow, voices filled the air as if a multitude of people had emerged from all over the mountains, filling the world with a lively atmosphere.

It seemed that under Wei Cangsheng’s single thought, the world would reverse, the clouds from all around would gather in response, about to change the sky and earth, and reverse the cosmos.

Wei Cangsheng slowly said, “Zhou Bai, you act out of your own selfish desires, yet you’re unaware that without a nation, there can’t be a home. Without the identity of a pure-blooded human race, how could you have come this far?”

At the same time, Wei Cangsheng’s fist was slowly raised, his movement achingly slow, as if his fist was as heavy as the mountains and rivers.

This heaviness was not physical but emotional, making Christina feel her own heart sinking with his fist, and both her Primordial Spirit and body started to operate more obscurely.

‘No! Such a strong fist intent! I can’t follow his rhythm!’ Christina thought alarmed, and she, along with her sword, rushed forward, attempting to strike before his fist intent fully formed.

But as her body slightly dashed forward and the snow scattered, Wei Cangsheng’s figure had already disappeared, then reappeared in another place amidst the drifting snow.

Still continuing the same action, lifting his fist heavy like mountains and seas.

Christina launched several assaults but in the boundless snow, Wei Cangsheng seemed to be everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Christina could only feel the surrounding crowd’s wailing getting clearer and more tumultuous.

In the vague and shadowy surroundings, all were soldiers holding weapons, standing in the wind and snow, roaring towards the sky.

Christina seemed to be affected by this tragic fist intent, feeling her body getting heavier and her circulation of vital energy becoming slower, almost unable to move.

At the same time, a figure had already approached her, that heavy-as-mountains fist inching towards Christina, a long howl resonating in her ears.

That howl was filled with endless sorrow, as if reflecting a nation’s ruin and a soldier’s plight amidst broken walls, aimlessly looking around before ultimately letting out a reluctant scream that struck to one’s core.

“The nation is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain!”

…

Zi Yang True Monarch raised an eyebrow, and Xiang Tiandi, whose head had been hanging down, also looked up, sighing lightly as he watched the scenes in the projection: “The Imperial Fist is rooted in a supreme ruler’s fist intent, destroying the opponent’s fighting spirit through the fist intent.”

“This move by Ji Wuchang, ‘The nation is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain,’ is not a technique within the Imperial Fist; it’s probably his own creation.”

A purple light emitted from Xiang Tiandi’s eyes, his usually melancholic gaze revealing a hint of admiration at this moment.

“He incorporated everything he experienced, thought, and felt after he awakened into this fist intent.”

“The regrets from five hundred years ago, five hundred years of slumber, and the remorse and resentment after five hundred years, all fused into this one move.”

“This one punch, he released five hundred years of accumulated anguish.”

…

Meanwhile, Wei Cangsheng’s fist had reached its limit, but it hadn’t struck Christina’s body; instead, he poured the essence of his fist intent into Christina’s heart with no reservation.

Boom boom boom! The surrounding wind and snow abruptly dispersed, as if an invisible bomb had exploded.

Christina felt as though ten thousand thunderbolts exploded simultaneously inside her head. Her Primordial Spirit was severely injured, violently thrust back into the depths of her sea of consciousness with countless cracks flashing across it, looking as though it could shatter at any moment.

It could be said that Christina’s Dao heart was directly broken by Wei Cangsheng’s fist intent, which caused her grip on the power of the Primordial Spirit to fluctuate and directly damaged it.

As Christina’s Primordial Spirit was thrust back, Zhou Bai’s physical body lost control and stiffened on the spot, motionless.

“Is it over? Zhou Bai, can’t you even withstand a single blow of my fist intent?”

Wei Cangsheng sighed, reaching his hand towards Zhou Bai’s eyes, “Then let it end here…”

…

On the high platform, Ming Yue the Immortal’s expression changed, “This is bad, Zhou Bai couldn’t withstand Wei Cangsheng’s fist intent.”

“Heavenly Sword, Imperial Fist,” the Demon Slaying God frowned, “Could Wei Cangsheng actually be a descendant of the Great Xia?”

Xiang Tiandi unleashed bursts of Primordial Spirit power, forcibly enveloping the entire high platform, “No one is to intervene.”

Ming Yue the Immortal, True Man Qin, and Lord Tianyang abruptly stood up, looking at the righteous gods with hostility.

“Have you actually hidden the bloodline of the Great Xia?”

On the opposing side, several heavenly gods stood ready, slowly releasing their own Primordial Spirit power.

As the atmosphere became increasingly tense and standoffish…

The Demon Slaying God sat to the side, watching the projection with interest, not standing up from beginning to end.

At this moment, the projection undergoes another change.

…

Zhou Bai took control of his body again, twisting his neck and looking at Wei Cangsheng with a grin, “Your fist intent is interesting, let’s continue playing.”

A look of surprise flashed in Wei Cangsheng’s eyes; he had clearly felt that he had severely damaged the opponent’s spirit with his fist intent.

But the next moment he revealed a slight smile, “Good, not being knocked down by my fist intent makes it interesting.”

Wei Cangsheng stepped forward, his figure already dissipating into the wind and snow.

That mountain-like heavy fist intent rose again.

As Wei Cangsheng’s fist intent spread, Zhou Bai felt the air around him become viscous, wrapping around his body like cement.

He knew it was an illusion, a result of the opponent enveloping his spirit with powerful fist intent, twisting his five senses.

‘What strong fist intent.’ Zhou Bai was slightly startled in his heart, facing this fist intent directly enabled him to feel the tremendous will it contained.

‘This fist intent is almost as good as Xiuzhu’s Great Sky Flipping Fist Intent, not as grand but even more extreme and intense.’