Kindling Civilization

The God Ranking tournament officially began. The first match of the first round was between Huang Daoqi, ranked first, and Sun Chuntong, ranked fifty-third.

Although everyone thought Sun Chuntong was certain to lose, they were still highly expectant of the battle.

After all, they would get to witness Huang Daoqi's methods.

But no one had expected that they would indeed get to see them, only for it to be just like seeing nothing at all. With a single punch, Sun Chuntong's attack was pierced through.

Sun Chuntong himself was blasted into pieces and teleported out along with it.

Everyone was shaken. Sun Chuntong was no weakling. His cultivation was at the peak of the Quasi Earth Venerable realm, and his combat strength was enough to rival the middle-to-late stages of the lower Earth Venerable realm.

Yet he had been killed in an instant with such ease. It was truly astonishing.

"Could that be the renowned Imperial Sun God Fist? I never expected its might to be so terrifying!"

"Huang Daoqi probably didn't even use ten percent of the power behind that punch."

"Hiss, does it really have to be this exaggerated?"

"Hmph, do you think the combat strength of a heaven's chosen is a joke?"

At that moment, everyone inside and outside Divine Star was discussing it, while the various heaven's chosen in the battle plaza felt even more solemn. As they said, an expert could see the underlying principles. Even this shallowly revealed strike was enough for people to infer many things.

Lu Ming was the same. From that punch, he saw vastness—an incomparably immense vastness. It was like an emperor revealing only a thread of his majesty, yet making people instinctively want to bow and worship.

This was not something an ordinary Great Sun Law could possess.

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