Because he cultivated the Great Domination Art, every move Maha made gave off an intense sense of oppression.
Ordinary martial artists would feel extremely stifled in Maha's presence, even unconsciously wanting to submit to him and proclaim him king!
But because of Maha's own cultivation, his Great Domination Art had no effect on the Golden Battle Soul. Moreover, the aura contained within the "Emperor Soul Imprint" in Luo Zheng's soul was no weaker than the Great Domination Art.
Luo Zheng looked up at Maha and answered calmly, "I believe this will be the last time."
Maha smiled faintly. "I believe so too!"
The two of them represented the strongest figures beneath the Celestial Venerables in their respective cosmoses. In fact, both possessed strength no weaker than a Celestial Venerable's. With the two cosmoses facing off, this clash between them had been inevitable.
As Maha's voice fell, he turned his right hand into a fist and rubbed it against his left palm. Then he lightly stamped the air, leaped up, and launched the first attack.
There was no point in trading words anymore. Eliminating his opponent would be the greatest blow to the other side, and even to the cosmos behind him.
He had not drawn a weapon. He actually intended to fight Luo Zheng barehanded!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
In terms of speed and explosive power, there was nothing particularly special about this series of movements from Maha.
Yet in Luo Zheng's eyes, he saw the space around Maha beginning to collapse and twist slightly...
When immense power was applied to the body, a martial artist's own mass would also become extraordinarily great. Once it reached a certain level, it could exert a natural pressure on the surrounding space, pressing it into a certain curvature!
This phenomenon was extremely common around