Can't Make It in Time?

The black-clad woman's pupils contracted, black lightning surging within them. Horrific visions of worlds collapsing and heavenly fire destroying all life emerged in her eyes.

She was shocked—utterly incredulous.

"Dead wood meets spring, life emerges from a desperate plight... Could it be that legendary power? But that physique has not appeared for endless ages! How could it suddenly appear in the body of a mortal youth?"

"Impossible! That physique is far too invincible. Even in the God Realm, it has almost no rivals and can suppress all enemies. It cannot possibly appear in the lower realm. I must be mistaken!"

The black-clad woman pondered it again and again, yet still felt her earlier thought was too absurd. She quickly overturned it.

Hong Chidao had been closely watching everything about Xiao Chen. Hearing the Lord of Calamity's words, the corners of his eyes twitched. "Could the Martial God Physique withstand even the Power of Misfortune head-on?"

"Hong, what nonsense are you muttering to yourself?" Qiongqi frowned.

Its divine sense was currently insufficient. It could not peer into the full extent of Xiao Chen's Sea of Consciousness, like a half-blind man.

Hong Chidao told Qiongqi what he had just heard.

Qiongqi smiled disdainfully. "Hong, I thought you were so knowledgeable. You don't even know this? Once the Martial God Physique reaches great completion, it becomes immune to all malicious forces in the world. Not even karma can touch it—how could the Power of Misfortune harm it?"

"It's that fierce? How the hell do you know?"

"I once met the previous Martial God Physique. We even drank together once, so I know some secrets."

"Fuck, no way? A figure like that actually drank with you?"

Though the ancient Nine Fiends were terrifying and their fame spread far and wide, they were still worlds