At this moment, Wu Qi’s performance had just reached halfway, suddenly interrupted by a voice.
The voice came without warning, echoing in all directions, causing the dark spiritual power throughout the star system to tremble, as if it completely filled the space here, making it impossible to distinguish the source.
"Reaper Wu Qi, although your actions are disgraceful, I must agree with one thing you said: in the face of absolute strength, numbers are meaningless."
As the voice sounded, a figure dressed in a purple robe appeared on the scene.
His body was shrouded in a black aura, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
If not for the terrifying dark spirit waves just before, just from the aura he was exuding at the moment, it would be hard to associate him with a strong entity, there was a sense of returning to simplicity.
"That is... Star Lord!?"
Dou Miao and other members of the Star Alliance couldn’t help but be thrilled at heart upon seeing the opponent’s attire, that purple robe being the best evidence.
Although they didn’t know which Star Lord it was, there was no doubt that the Star Lords within the organization were all powerful.
With him saving the day, they should be safe now, and honestly, if it turned out to be that one...
A hint of hope emerged in their hearts.
On the Demon Clan’s side, Wu Qi looked at the figure before him, feeling both shocked and uncertain.
Although this person’s aura seemed mundane, the silent manner he appeared before him, and the terrifying dark spirit waves, all indicated the extraordinary nature of the person before him.
"Who are you?"
Wu Qi switched from his formerly arrogant demeanor to one of caution.
Yet the figure did not answer but instead asked a question.
"Reaper, Wu Qi, I remember your name, I know someone who once said his race was victimized by your hands, didn’t expect to see you here."
Wu Qi frowned; he had no idea who the other was talking about, given his reputation as a Reaper wasn’t undeserved, the number of civilizations perished by his hands long beyond count.
Zhang Xiaoman sensed the other’s emotions, knowing the guy probably killed too many people, utterly clueless about who he was referring to.
"Seems like you’ve forgotten the things you’ve done, I shall give you a chance to recall, if you can survive one blow from me, then I’ll bring you before him, to repent in person."
Hearing this, Wu Qi’s expression changed, then he let out an angry roar.
"Arrogant!"
He knew the visitor had ill intentions, and with no talent for escape, this battle seemed inevitable.
Wu Qi immediately took the initiative, his scythe slashing towards Zhang Xiaoman, the attack completely imperceptible, unavoidable.
However, in the next instant, the black scythe was effortlessly pinched between Zhang Xiaoman’s fingertips.
The supposedly imperceptible feature of the attack became crystal clear under the interference of his Lord of Light passive, absolute strength allowing him to easily block the strike.
Zhang Xiaoman applied pressure with his fingertips, the scythe instantly shattered into fragments, under Wu Qi’s terrified gaze, it turned into powder.
Zhang Xiaoman flicked his palm, and the crab drone previously seized by Wu Qi had somehow already ended up in his hand.
The Godslayer level drone, originally planet-sized, now appeared like a tiny toy in his palm.
Zhang Xiaoman casually retrieved an Immortal Spiritual Grass from the storage ring, placing it on its head to help recover its injuries.
Now, the little crab seemed to become somewhat cute.
"Middle... Middle Extraordinary Level..."
Wu Qi was so shocked he couldn’t speak.
He wanted to flee but felt an invisible power enveloping him, leaving him completely immobilized.
That was the aura emanated by Zhang Xiaoman, the oppressive force from a Middle-level God, feeling like countless star systems pressed upon him.
The others around didn’t feel anything, in their eyes, the Purple Robed Man still appeared a regular person, they couldn’t perceive the power Zhang Xiaoman exuded.
Without wasting any words, Zhang Xiaoman directly raised a hand, and the Purple Cloud Divine Sword suddenly floated before him.
Wu Qi had struck himself with the scythe, hence reciprocation demanded, naturally, he must use his weapon in return.
In the next instant, purple thunderbolts filled the void, the Demon Clan evaporated instantly, everyone’s sight was engulfed by purple light, unable to perceive anything else.
Quite some time later, the thunder dispersed, leaving only an empty void, so clean that starlight couldn’t penetrate.
"Is this... the power of a Star Lord...?"
Dou Miao was completely stunned; the previously arrogant Demon Clan was wiped out so effortlessly.
This power had transcended her level of understanding, appearing to her only existing in myths and fantasies.
With wide eyes, people couldn’t speak for a long time, nearly forgetting to breathe.
It was only after quite some time that they realized their group’s powerhouse had easily resolved the crisis for them, even clinching victory in this battle.
This inspired everyone to cheer excitedly, some couldn’t help but embrace and cry, grateful to have survived the desperate situation.