"You recognized me, so you should know that unless my true body comes, this Dharma body of yours cannot do anything to me. You cannot even make me rise from my seat! And do not forget where this is. I have sat here for millions of years. This place is my home ground."
Zhou Tong remained seated cross-legged on the cushion before the stone table, his voice calm and composed.
"Withdraw!" Seated there, Zhou Tong looked indifferently at Red King.
He was the Thunder Emperor himself, master of heavenly tribulations, and naturally possessed supreme majesty. When he spoke, it was like an emperor rebuking a subject.
"Good, good, good!! I have long heard that your race defies the heavens. Let me see what you are truly capable of!" Red King laughed in fury. Suns and moons sank around him, stars burned, and it was as though the world was ending.
Boom!!
Yet before Red King could strike, Zhou Tong moved. He appeared calm, but when he truly acted, he displayed an indescribable, peerless dominance. Like a Heavenly Emperor overlooking all living things, he stood proud through the ages.
He casually pointed forward. Though this strike was not particularly fierce, it carried an unspeakably tyrannical force, as if all beings throughout eternity would be reduced to Annihilation.
As his finger struck out, the vast tide of lightning surged upstream along the River of Time like a burst dam and a sky-reaching tsunami.
Rumble!!
The thunder was terrifying, like the descent of Heavenly Tribulation itself, making even souls tremble. Lightning of every color poured forth at once, blotting out the sky, crushing the stars above, and flooding toward Red King.
"Break for me!"
Red King's expression changed drastically. He roared and raised a hand to suppress everything before him.
His palm was