Silent World
Just as the Dimensional Audience marveled at Tiandao, the Stellaris Production Team's favored son, who displayed an almost "overwhelming" advantage no matter what kind of enemy he faced.
The dust obscuring Shuang Mo Bing in the distance gradually began to settle.
Shuang Mo Bing slowly emerged from the ruins. His black robe was covered in ice chips, and blood stained the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.
Yet he merely wiped it away casually with a fingertip. His gaze remained utterly calm, without the slightest ripple.
After a moment, Shuang Mo Bing looked at Tiandao in the distance and said flatly, "Tiandao Siming, it seems they still underestimated you."
"Your body is as unreasonable as your talent. Absurdly powerful."
Although the Star Energy Fluctuation beneath Tiandao's Celestial Star Eye was only at Rank 3 Star Envoy.
And his Star Source had clearly not undergone Secondary Awakening.
Shuang Mo Bing could nevertheless clearly sense that Tiandao did not even need any other techniques. Relying on his current physical attributes alone, an ordinary Rank 3 Star Envoy would probably struggle to last even three exchanges against him.
He was a monster who could not be measured by rank.
His position as Stellaris NO.1 was well deserved.
In response to Shuang Mo Bing's words, Tiandao merely smiled, silently acknowledging them.
The next second, Tiandao vanished again.
This time, he was even faster than before, his fists hammering toward Shuang Mo Bing like a torrential downpour.
Every punch carried bone-jarring force, and every collision made space tremble.
Shuang Mo Bing continued to defend without pause. The ice covering his body was shattered time and again, only to reform time and again, while fist marks covered his black robe.
Several places had even been torn open by the force of the punches,