Chen Mu was swept along by the other party, his brows tightly furrowed, though his eyes were equally filled with wariness.
He had refined a Chaos World to complete himself and create living beings. Though that world was not particularly powerful, the Transcendent Dao Ancestor he had ground to death had been no weakling.
"This Su Changqing truly deserves to have come from the Primordial World. His foundations are formidable."
"Su Changqing, what are you pretending for? I refuse to believe Emperor Heaven can contend with you! If you still don't come, I'll die at the hands of your Reflection Body!" Nine Nether Demon Ancestor cried out, his voice nearly shrill.
Rolling divine lightning crashed down, bolt after bolt, blazing without end. It even pierced through the Undying Mountain Range and shook the vast universe.
Yet Su Changqing paid him no heed from high above the heavens, focusing instead on comprehending this Emperor Heaven Dao Ancestor's divine ability.
He cultivated the supreme Dragon Fist. Though he wielded no weapon, it contained tremendous might. Every punch carried tens of thousands of dragon phantoms; once a punch was unleashed, none could withstand it. It struck up at the Nine Heavens and pressed down upon the Nine Netherworld.
Heavenly Emperor Saint Buddha Fist!
Su Changqing pressed forward with both fists. Endless fist radiance swirled overhead amid Buddha phantoms that filled the sky. A colossal Buddha phantom appeared behind him, its divine bearing extraordinary. Yellow gauze robes drifted behind it, its arms spanning three thousand galaxies and stretching across countless star rivers, powerful beyond measure.
This was the wondrous art of the Heavenly Emperor Saint Buddha, as well as the supreme achievement of his senior brother's incarnation. It was peerless and boundless; one punch could destroy heaven and earth, while another could create heaven