The Battle Ends!

The Battle Was Over!...

Golden fragments exploded outward through the chaos.

The Hunyuan Divine Shuttle—this Chaos Supreme Treasure that Yang Mei had poured untold effort into, forged by smelting the core of the Sign-in System—was, right before his eyes, smashed by Zhou Ming punch by punch, beaten by brute force into dust that filled the sky.

Yang Mei's entire body was flung backward. The laws within him churned without rest, and a sweet, metallic taste surged up his throat.

He forcibly suppressed his injuries, hovering in the chaos as he stared fixedly at the bare-handed man.

How was that possible!

How could that be possible!

Bare-handed, he had shattered a Chaos Supreme Treasure?

Had the Law of Strength become absurd to this extent?

Yang Mei's understanding was completely overturned in that instant.

Deep within his primordial spirit, another figure, even more majestic and domineering, surfaced against his will.

Pangu.

In his mind, that figure who had once crushed the Three Thousand Demon Gods beneath his weight appeared uncontrollably.

Back then, Pangu had not been this absurd either.

No...

Back then, Pangu had been even more absurd than Zhou Ming.

When the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods faced Pangu, the vast majority of them could not even withstand a single swing of his axe.

Beneath the edge of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, every Great Dao, every law, would be forcibly severed.

At least the current Zhou Ming had still fought him for so long.

Back then, Pangu had given no one such treatment.

One axe for one, like slaughtering livestock.

Yang Mei's body retreated half a step beyond his control.

The moment that thought arose, he strangled it out himself.

Where could he retreat to?

This expanse of chaos was about to have a master.

Once Zhou Ming succeeded in proving