It was like a breached sea of stars, vast and boundless, descending from the heavens and engulfing Zhu Hai below.
The place where Zhu Hai stood was incomparably dazzling. His fist intent was vast and intimidating; every punch seemed to bring down an entire starry sky.
Even the iron cage boomed under the sweep of that fist intent, erupting with endless runes. The enormous, boundless Bronze Arena shook violently—something rarely seen.
Yet Zhu Hai's hands were covered in blood. Amid the vast starlight, he was shrouded in sacred radiance, his momentum originally reaching its utmost peak, as though he were about to blast apart the iron cage. But cracks appeared in his right fist. His ring finger and index finger exploded one after another, shattered by Wang Xuan's palm.
Then Zhu Hai's right fist, which carried the star river, became covered in dense cracks before bursting apart with a pop.
Wang Xuan stood amid the starlight. Imperial Dao Texture spread from his skull cap and manifested over both hands, intertwining in sacred brilliance. The instant he struck, he smashed through everything like dry weeds and rotten wood.
By now, both were naturally fighting with everything they had. Their Imperial Daoized textures had all been used on the blade's edge. Clearly, though Zhu Hai's fist intent was astonishing, it could not withstand Wang Xuan's palms.
Zhu Hai's forearms exploded as well. After being struck by Wang Xuan's hands, they disintegrated inch by inch, blood and shattered bones raining everywhere.
It was not that he was insufficiently strong, but that his opponent's hands seemed imbued with demonic power—invincible and beyond all reason. Those were Imperial Daoized textures exclusive to Wang Xuan himself, drawn into his palms and fully activated.
Pop!
Half of Zhu Hai's body shattered. He vanished from where he stood