Adhering to Old Rules?

Within ten li of San Zhi Po, the scene was beyond description.

At the foot of the slope, Mr. Song, Fanxi, Mo Lan, and more than five hundred Mohist School disciples looked up at the young Giant Son atop the slope.

Yet the young Giant Son, Mo Yu, was looking up at Liu Di on the fourth slope.

Using the tremendous noise of the Ice Coffin Formation and the cover of white mist, Liu Di had silently conjured a fourth slope out of thin air.

He stood above everything.

One phrase could describe it: when the devil rose one foot, the Way rose ten.

Mr. Song silently took stock.

A black metal sword cleaved through the sea of clouds.

He transformed into lightning and pierced through over a hundred shields.

A monster falling from the sky sent the Mohist School's Beasts flying everywhere.

Strange smoke directly swallowed the entire Mohist Mechanical City.

He had walked out of Ye Yun's Illusionary Flower Garden unscathed while swapping his real and false bodies.

And now, he could even control sand dunes.

Mr. Song did not understand. He could not make sense of it.

He was gripped by an inexplicable shock.

Just how many abilities did he possess, and where was the limit of those abilities?

And on top of that, there was technology no one could comprehend.

Mr. Song's gaze shifted slightly.

Liu Di had hidden himself too deeply.

It was hard to imagine how much unknown power he still concealed, or how far he could develop given enough time.

After his extreme shock subsided, Mr. Song's thoughts regained their calm. An idea suddenly surfaced: Liu Di was not a power this world could tame, but a power capable of taming this world.

The next moment.

A bolt of lightning flashed through Mr.