Fang Xuan looked up at the Chaos Child and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that I'm very strong now? Extremely strong."
The Chaos Child's brow furrowed slightly, and disdain flickered in his eyes. He looked at Fang Xuan as though admiring fish in a tank or birds in a cage. From the depths of his bones, he despised Fang Xuan. In his eyes, Fang Xuan was lowly.
He stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the world. Nothing could enter his sight. It was as if a noble emperor had arrived in a slum; with one glance, he saw nothing but wretches. Aloof and solitary, he viewed the entire world as filthy, while he alone was pure, noble, and untouched by dust.
"Besides, I don't like looking up at anyone. Profound Yellow Power, bless my body—eighty percent."
As Fang Xuan stepped into the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he could already draw upon eighty percent of the Profound Yellow Great World's power. How powerful was eighty percent of a Great World's strength? Moreover, this had once been the foremost of the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Fang Xuan used no divine ability. He merely threw an ordinary straight punch. Yet wherever that punch passed, space shattered, time twisted, and every flaw in all laws and realms was laid bare, as though everything in the world was mere windblown sand before him.
Even the ever-arrogant Chaos Child's face twisted at that moment, because he felt the terror of death.
"Impossible! How can you possess such tremendous power? I refuse to believe it! Sea of Bitterness Great Art!"
The Chaos Child roared and shook his body. A vast Sea of Bitterness spread out from within him. Its enormous waves surged, annihilating every shadow Fang Xuan cast. The