The Honest Man Great Immortal Yang Mei, Hong Yun: "Junior is here to seek cooperation."

Hongjun's fists looked light and airy, utterly without force.

But in truth, every punch he threw carried the Three Thousand Great Daos, with endless Dao laws flowing within.

And every single Dao had been comprehended to rounded, flawless clarity, as though born of heaven and shaped by earth.

With every lift of his hand and every step he took, his might was matchless, shaking the entire chaotic void.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

After that flurry of old fists, God Jehovah was smashed senseless on the spot.

Fist shadows filled the sky, falling on him like a torrential storm. In the blink of an eye, that originally handsome, majestic face was beaten black and blue, swollen like a pig's head.

Logically speaking, with Hongjun's cultivation at the Heavenly Dao Realm, a single punch would have been enough to beat him to death alive, and the Three Thousand Great Daos covering his fist could have erased his soul and destroyed his true spirit.

But in the end, Hongjun still held back!

He merely treated God as a sandbag for practice, beating him without killing him.

"Bastard! If you've got the guts, then beat me to death! I am God Jehovah, the Light Demon God! I will never submit beneath your fists!"

Jehovah's pained, stifled roar resounded through the four reaches of the Chaos.

Seeing this, the angels and demons belonging to the Light and Dark Continent were all scared out of their wits. Quite a few had even begun secretly calculating how they would escape later.

Even God had to take such a vicious beating after coming here, let alone small fry like them.

It was not that they were afraid to fight. That old man was simply too brutal!

"Fellow Daoist!"

As Hongjun beat him, he sighed, deliberately putting on a pained