New Chapter: A Battle That Overturned Fixed Perceptions

Hell, Divine City—blood stained the ground, and the corpses of monsters and wanderers lay scattered everywhere. A grim, murderous atmosphere filled the air.

Mu Qingyun was calm and silent. Along the bloody path carved by his fist light, those fierce beings trembled and retreated like a receding tide.

This area immediately became empty, with only two people left in the field.

Wang Xuan raised his right hand. The instant the rule patterns lit up, it was as if a heaven-piercing bolt of lightning flashed past, twisting space-time and making the place where he stood become blurry.

A streak of fist light bloomed like a pair of scissors. With a ripping sound, it sheared through heaven and earth, splitting them in two.

The universe was like a motionless painting, cleaved open. That dazzling pattern sped forward along a line, seeking to cut the person within the painting into two as well.

Outside Divine City, the True Saint Disciples' pupils contracted. What kind of method was this? Freezing the painting of an entire age and turning one's opponent into a figure within it? They asked themselves and knew they simply had no way to deal with it.

With a moo, the Fu Dao Ox emitted Chaos Matter, sending out astonishing fluctuations of rules. It carried an indescribable Dao charm as it resisted the light that had cut its way before it.

Dense fragments of order also surged from all over Mu Qingyun, transforming into a vortex that revolved around him at high speed, breaking free from the frozen painting.

He raised his right hand as well and threw a punch. Mixed with the Chaos Matter spilling from the Fu Dao Ox, it seemed as though they complemented one another, granting an added boost.

Between heaven and earth, the fist lights collided. Dao-imperialized