"This was hardly strange."
Fang Han leaned against the eaves of a tall building, his expression tranquil and not particularly surprised.
After being tempered by the Supreme Tower, his state of mind had already far surpassed Yan's.
The first time Marquis of Victory had acted, he had suppressed Old Man Inner Demon, who was at the Longevity Tenth Level. At the time, the power he had used had still been inferior to Old Man Inner Demon's.
Fang Han had found it strange then, but now he understood.
Marquis of Victory's foundation far surpassed those of others at the same level. Fighting above his realm was commonplace for him, and his cultivation breakthroughs naturally outstripped ordinary people's as well.
In fact, once Fang Han broke through the Heavenly Immortal bottleneck, his own cultivation speed would not be slow either.
Boom!
Just as Yang An punched through the gate to the Immortal Realm, a pillar-like bolt of purple lightning burst forth from behind the Immortal Realm's gate.
A rumbling voice echoed throughout the great universe:
"Defying one's superiors warrants execution!"
Purple was supreme and noble, lightning was utterly yang and unyielding, and the heavenly voice was lofty and immense!
The aura of that bolt of lightning was boundlessly powerful. Although most of its force was directed at Yang An, the wisps that leaked out shook the Three Thousand Realms of the Mortal World, extinguishing countless stars and celestial bodies in their wake!
When a great figure of the Heavenly Realm sent down the lightning of Heavenly Punishment, its power could crush space-time, plunge gods into ruin, cause Buddhas to fall, make immortals perish, and destroy worlds!
"Heavenly Monarch?"
Amid the raging currents of air, Yang An wore the Primordial Dragon Armor. Not only was he unafraid, his face revealed boundless fervor.
"Let