A breakthrough in battle, the True Monarch Realm

Chen Changqing's voice was soft, yet it struck like an invisible slap, landing hard across Chu Xiong's face and across the hearts of every spectator, especially those of the dragon clan.

Arrogant!

Utterly arrogant!

That was an Immortal Emperor's legacy, a supreme divine art countless cultivators dreamed of obtaining. Yet in his mouth, it had become something beneath mention!

"You're courting death!"

Chu Xiong flew into a complete rage, his reason devoured by an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

He wasted no more words. Golden flames erupted from his body, and he seemed to become a blazing sun, so dazzling that even the spectators outside could barely keep their eyes open.

"Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist, Heaven Collapse Style!"

Chu Xiong roared and threw a punch.

In an instant, the sky over the entire Ancient Battlefield pocket world darkened, as though his punch had truly drawn down a vault of heaven, overturning it onto Chen Changqing's head!

That tyrannical, overbearing fist intent, with its air of sovereignty over all creation, set the blood of countless dragon warriors beyond the water mirror boiling. They seemed to see the Heavenly Emperor of ancient legend surveying his dominion and suppressing all who refused to submit!

On the raised platform, Patriarch Long Gan's expression grew graver than ever.

The power of this punch had already come infinitely close to a genuine True Lord's strike!

Yet faced with a punch that seemed capable of crushing all the ages, Chen Changqing remained so calm that it made their hearts tremble.

He, too, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

There was no earthshaking momentum, no pressure sweeping in every direction.

Wisps of golden light gathered over his knuckles, but within that gold lay an indescribable Dao charm.

If Chu Xiong's fist represented tyranny, imperial authority,