"Then... let's fight."
Nan Feng raised his hand and pointed his index finger at the Emperor's face. A laser shot forth.
The Emperor frowned slightly. He was somewhat surprised that Nan Feng had not used his Destined Divine Weapon!?
Moreover, this seemingly casual strike concealed an extremely terrifying destructive force. It could not be underestimated.
"After seventeen years in seclusion, you're different from before."
With a sweep of his sleeve, the Emperor conjured an incomparably smooth mirror before him.
The laser struck the mirror, then rebounded and shot toward a distant uninhabited planet.
Whoosh!
That was not all. Magic power surged within the mirror, and an identical laser shot out from it, heading straight for Nan Feng.
Reflection! Replication!
Nan Feng had already witnessed the Emperor's techniques back in Flowing Cloud City, so he was not overly surprised.
His figure flashed, easily dodging the laser as he charged toward the Emperor.
The resistance in space was practically zero. Here, Nan Feng was a whole level faster.
In an instant, he arrived before the Emperor and threw a punch.
Dragon Fist!
A golden phantom of a Divine Dragon appeared behind Nan Feng, letting out an enraged roar at the Emperor!
The power of this punch looked terrifying!
In the Primordial World, the natives who did not know Nan Feng all revealed frightened expressions.
"Holy shit, that punch looks insanely powerful!"
"Even through the screen, I can hear the roar of tigers and dragons!"
"I wonder if the Emperor can take that punch?"
"This Nan Feng is actually this terrifyingly strong!"
In truth, the punch only looked frightening.
The golden Divine Dragon phantom behind Nan Feng had also been condensed from magic power merely to scare people. It had no power whatsoever.
Of course, how could the Emperor, a super powerhouse on