Little Jiu faced the incoming web and finally threw his punch.
Before the punch even landed, everyone in the Great Soul Arena felt the space around them compress, as though someone had dealt massive localized damage to the stable fabric of space. It was like an inflated balloon suddenly exploding.
Boom!
The world spun.
Other than Bibi Dong, everyone felt violently seasick, their bodies swaying uncontrollably from side to side.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the crowd looked on in horror as Little Jiu, who had nearly been trapped to death by the Divine Power web just moments ago, shattered and vaporized it like foam with a single punch.
Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened as she said in shock, "Your strength has reached the Mortal Limit! You can actually shatter Divine Power Energy through brute force!"
Sword Douluo drew a sharp breath, his eyes filled with disbelief!
Was this Becoming a God Through Strength?
The corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched as he muttered, "There are conservatively estimated to be fifty thousand people here. Each person has at least 250 jin of strength, for a total of 12.5 million jin. Little Jiu's power-devouring can extract 100 percent of it. He attacked everyone here so frantically just now—if he struck every single one of them, that would be at least 12.5 million jin of strength! Other than a god, who could possess such immense power?"
Twelve and a half million jin of strength—and that did not even include Little Jiu's own strength...
Sword Douluo felt his throat go dry.
"Take my punch!"
With a flap of his bat wings, Little Jiu's body vanished strangely. When he reappeared, he was already before Bibi Dong.
"Hmph! You have only just stepped into the Domain of Gods and glimpsed the power of a god, yet