The insect-shaped True King—Black Heaven—did not move unless necessary, but when it did, it shattered universes, destroyed realms, and swept through an entire Great Supernatural Source. Wherever its thousand legs passed, saints were executed and all races bowed in worship.
Even in history's most dazzling Supernatural Golden Ages, it could crush everything simply by charging in alone!
At its level, as a True King of an era, unless the master of a Supernatural Source emerged, no other True Saint could withstand even a casual move from it.
Yet such a powerful True King was now somewhat stunned. Layer upon layer of halos rose behind Black Heaven's head, one layer after another, as countless laws blossomed, making it seem like the sole divine being throughout past and present, incomparably sacred. But this was not something it had unleashed itself. It was someone else's secret art, attacking it.
True King Black Heaven was nearly left scratching its head, because amid the agonizing pain, its head had truly nearly been destroyed, eroded by a True King's wondrous technique. Wang Xuan gripped the lid, displaying particular "affection" for its head as he activated it again and again. A fleeting instant became eternity, and he struck an unknown number of times.
If True Kings were not transcendent beings, with instincts that let them avert disaster and seek fortune, astonishing defenses, and such terrifying bodily reactions that even subconsciously they sought to stand where all laws could not touch them, then something would have happened to it long ago.
While Insect King Black Heaven's thoughts were still somewhat muddled, its true body had already altered its fate trajectory hundreds and thousands of times. Its Primordial Spirit radiated dazzling light, illuminating the world.
Its entire body seemed clad in black iron armor—gloomy, icy cold, solid, and imperishable.