Sword Intent, axe techniques, and fists... a torrent of immortal arts swept toward Jiang Ping An.
Their power seemed capable of destroying everything. Trees burst apart in their wake.
In everyone's eyes, Jiang Ping An was already dead. Even an Earth Immortal would have had to avoid the brunt of their combined assault.
Jiang Ping An did not move. An ancient, mysterious aura surged around him, forming a vast Black Hole centered on his body. Two Order Chains circled him.
In the past, the Black Hole had been separate from Jiang Ping An himself. But as he cultivated the second level of the Devouring Heaven Demon Scripture, the Devouring Power fused more completely with him and grew stronger.
Now Jiang Ping An was devouring, and devouring was Jiang Ping An.
Immortal arts poured into the Black Hole's reach and were immediately absorbed by its immense Devouring Power. Like scraps of paper, they broke apart and scattered.
A few stronger attacks could not be fully devoured. Jiang Ping An slowly raised his hands. His fists moved like orbiting stars as the energy of heaven and earth rushed toward him, forming brilliant runes. They revolved around him like stars circling the moon, making him look like a war god descended from the highest heavens.
"Today, let me see the might of your immortal arts!"
Jiang Ping An's voice was low and firm. Every word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, setting the air trembling.
His star-like fists collided with the immortal arts. Dazzling light erupted amid a deafening roar. The entire forest shook, and warped cracks appeared in space.
Those seemingly invincible immortal arts and Order Chains broke apart before Jiang Ping An's Devouring Power, unable to harm him in the slightest.
Everyone watching stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"How...