"So many years had passed, yet this was the first time I'd heard such a bizarre request." Chen Fei slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Fu Zhao.
"What are you waiting for, then? Come on, hit me!"
Fu Zhao burst into wild laughter, his booming voice turning into sound waves that spread in all directions.
Hua Zhicun and Kuang Xingfeng's faces suddenly turned pale. The injuries they had barely suppressed within their bodies were instantly stirred up again.
Kuang Xingfeng in particular was a full realm below those present and severely wounded besides, making it even harder for him to endure.
"As you wish!"
Chen Fei tapped his right foot backward. Fine ripples spread from where his sole landed, while Chen Fei himself vanished. When he reappeared, he was already before Fu Zhao.
Buzz!
The instant Chen Fei appeared, the space around Fu Zhao's body abruptly trembled. Wave after wave of force crashed down upon Chen Fei, as if the heavens themselves had fallen and smashed him head-on.
Falling Nine Heavens!
This was not a technique of the Abyss Clan, but a cultivation art Fu Zhao had acquired by chance from another race. It could compress the weight of all space within a hundred-mile radius directly before him.
Space itself was formless and intangible, but viewed from another angle, it contained far too many Rule Granules.
Naturally, Fu Zhao could not gather every space particle within a hundred miles. Even Emperor Venerable Realm cultivators could not accomplish such a thing. Yet merely stirring the slightest trace of them could produce tremendous might.
Fu Zhao appeared arrogant, but from the moment he teleported over and revealed himself, he had secretly been gathering power, waiting for Chen Fei to charge in himself so he could slam Falling Nine Heavens down upon