That punch just now had contained Mad Dao Power, yet it did not seem to have been driven by Mad Dao Power alone.
The true intent within it seemed to flicker in and out of existence, unclear and indistinct. For a moment, even it could not make heads or tails of it.
Gradually, the crimson light around Xiao Chen grew increasingly blazing, as though he were seated within a blood-red sun.
Several hours later, his aura changed completely. Wild madness filled his entire body, and the phantom of the Heaven-Breaking Monkey emerged behind him.
In the blink of an eye, the Heaven-Breaking Monkey's phantom transformed into a golden figure of Xiao Chen, endlessly practicing a fist technique.
Though rather illusory, it carried the force to shatter mountains and overturn seas.
And it faintly exuded a strand of arrogant pride that looked down upon heaven and earth!
Qiongqi's expression visibly stiffened. Its aged hands clenched tight, and it felt an urge to curse its mother.
Fuck!
Xiao Chen was really going to succeed!
Creating a technique.
Becoming a One-Technique Founder!
Even though it had been tormented hundreds and thousands of times by Xiao Chen's heaven-defying comprehension and had developed an extremely strong immunity, it still wanted to curse aloud and send greetings to Xiao Chen's entire family.
How old was Xiao Chen?
He had not even reached twenty.
Yet he was about to become a One-Technique Founder?
If that fist technique spread in the future, all its disciples would have to address Xiao Chen as Patriarch.
This was no trivial matter. If things went badly—no, well enough—he might be recorded in the annals of history, praised for generations to come!
"Fuck, what did this brat grow up eating? His comprehension is actually this heaven-defying! Even if he came from that place,