"Since I came into this world, no one of my generation has ever been able to suppress me. Does that count as confidence?"
Xiao Chen was exceedingly domineering. Since crossing over, he had slain gods when gods blocked his path and slaughtered Buddhas when Buddhas stood in his way. He had cultivated an invincible aura. Though the Ancient Prodigies were strong, he did not fear battle.
"Heh. Since awakening, I have slain fifty-eight supreme Heavenly Prodigy Ranks from your present-day faction without suffering a single defeat. You are the first person I have met who is as arrogant as you. Fine, then I shall move a finger and grant you death!" Ji Tao sneered.
He was wildly arrogant. Standing in midair, his entire body was shrouded in resplendent divine light, as though he stood amid a blue sea of stars. He extended his right hand, clenched the air, and gave it a light grasp.
In an instant, fierce winds swept heaven and earth while thunder filled the skies. A terrifying golden fist radiance appeared, transforming into a giant hand that descended viciously from the firmament and grabbed at Xiao Chen.
As the giant hand fell, every inch of the surrounding thirty-foot void shattered. More than a dozen enormous black holes, each as large as palaces, emerged—dark and profound, with hazy glimmers of light flickering within them.
Xiao Chen's expression shifted slightly. This ancient cultivator named Ji Tao was indeed terrifying. His strength surpassed the likes of Huang Yelang by countless times. With merely a grasp at empty space, he could unleash such horrifying power, nearly shattering half the heavens.
It seemed the Ancient Prodigies truly lived up to their name. Their worth was solid gold.
A black iron staff was strapped across Ji Tao's back, emanating towering baleful energy. It