With one Heavenly Origin Strike, Fang Qing casually broke Ming Chaoxi's God's Sorrowful World-Tribulation Finger—the expert from the primordial Ming King Realm—and even snapped his finger, forcing him to retreat in defeat.
That effortless strength and Dao state of returning to simplicity instantly left all the primordial powerhouses from past eras present visibly shaken. Their earlier condescending scrutiny and disdain quickly melted away, replaced by solemn appraisal and a faint wariness.
The few primordial colleagues behind Ming Chaoxi looked at one another as well. Though they were unruly and arrogant, they were not entirely without discernment.
The true meaning of the chaos origin contained in Fang Qing's finger, and his ultimate control over power, had already exceeded their understanding of the "immortal Dao of the present age."
To say anything now about "there being no heroes in this era" would only invite ridicule.
They exchanged glances, each suppressing the impulse to step forward and provoke him, and watched how things would unfold.
However, just as this subtle balance and deterrence had been established, and Fang Qing's might was at its peak...
"Hmph! Right now, he's alone! If we kill him and swarm him together, there'll be nothing in the Dao Protector Alliance worth fearing anymore. We can break through them in one fell swoop!"
A sharp, cold voice full of incitement rang out abruptly, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, drilling into many ears.
Deep within the chaotic ranks of the Demon Clan Alliance, a demon powerhouse as thin as a bamboo pole stepped forward, his narrow eyes flashing with a venomous light.
Behind him, a giant serpent phantom could be vaguely seen coiling—its entire body covered in dark purple scales, a single horn growing from its head, its aura incomparably savage—emanating powerful fluctuations at the sixth and seventh