Luck? What a Joke-That Was Strength!

In that instant alone, Ye Xiwen had already sensed the terror of that giant hand. It was almost upon him, leaving him no way to escape.

By then, he had already flown across most of the Feather Transformation Church's territory. Though the Feather Transformation Church's encampment sprawled endlessly for who knew how many miles, with Ye Xiwen's current strength and speed, crossing a hundred miles in an instant was no empty boast.

Yet the giant hand behind him continued to press closer and closer. Before Ye Xiwen could even rush into the True Martial School, he would be seized. A ruthless gleam flashed through his heart.

There was no time left to run!

He would stake everything on this!

A tremendous roar erupted in Ye Xiwen's heart.

"The tyrant strides beneath heaven, the golden body is mine!"

As he recited the incantation of the Overlord Body Golden Body, divine energy surged within him, forming a golden body over ten feet tall around him. This was Ye Xiwen's Golden Body Dharma Idol—though it could only be considered a shoddy imitation, modeled after the Dharma Idol golden bodies condensed by gods.

Though it was a shoddy imitation, this Dharma Idol golden body, condensed from countless strands of divinity, possessed terrifying defensive power. It could even steadily receive a fierce blow from a Half-Step Transcendent Realm expert without budging. Though it could not last long, it was exceedingly useful to Ye Xiwen now. Even a brief moment would be enough.

Countless streams of spiritual energy poured over his entire body and into the enormous golden body, propping it up. Though this golden body was formidable, it consumed an oceanic amount of spiritual energy. Merely raising this Dharma Idol golden body had already consumed a hundred million Spirit Origin Pills.

"Boom!"

That palm crashed