The Celestial Race Great Emperor spoke as he slowly rose, the phantom behind him continuously expanding until it too stood ten thousand feet tall.
He bore the typical appearance of the Celestial Race: blue hair, purple eyes, and ghost-pale skin. The difference was that his body blossomed with hazy divine light.
By the time his words fell, he had already flown before Jiang Ping'an.
"A dignified Great Emperor, opening his mouth only to slander others. How utterly laughable." Jiang Ping'an mocked loudly, unyielding and defiant.
He raised a hand, its palm as vast as a cloud hanging from the sky, its palm lines deep, bottomless ravines. His five fingers slowly curled into a fist. The surrounding space gave a wail of unbearable strain before shattering. The fist burst forth with golden light, blazing like a scorching sun.
"Take this punch!" Jiang Ping'an roared, throwing a fist at the Celestial Race Great Emperor.
The Celestial Race Great Emperor snorted coldly and extended one finger, jabbing it toward Jiang Ping'an's fist from afar.
Countless laws manifested between heaven and earth, merging with endless Heavenly Essence to condense into an indestructible sharp spike that pierced through space and stabbed toward Jiang Ping'an's fist.
Boom—
The sharp spike was instantly smashed apart by the golden fist. Fragments of laws and crystals of Heavenly Essence scattered in all directions. Some shot onto the Celestial Continent, causing more than a hundred massive explosions. Several mountain peaks and cities were blown out of existence.
After shattering the sharp spike, the force of the golden fist continued to blast toward the Celestial Race Great Emperor like a raging flood.
The Celestial Race Great Emperor's expression changed slightly. He had not expected Jiang Ping'an's combat strength to be so formidable. In their probing exchange, he had actually fallen into