Golden fragments exploded through the chaos.
The Hunyuan Divine Shuttle—this Chaos Supreme Treasure into which Yang Mei had poured endless painstaking effort, forged by smelting the core of the Sign-in System—was, right before his eyes, beaten by Zhou Ming punch after punch into dust that filled the sky.
Yang Mei's entire body was flung backward, the laws within him churning without cease as a fishy sweetness surged up his throat.
He forcibly suppressed his injuries, hovering in the chaos, staring fixedly at the bare-handed man.
How was this possible!
How could this be possible!
Bare-handed, he had smashed a Chaos Supreme Treasure?
The Law of Strength was absurd to this degree?
Yang Mei's understanding was completely overturned in this instant.
Deep within his primordial spirit, another figure, even more towering and more domineering, involuntarily surfaced.
Pangu.
In his mind, beyond his control, appeared that figure who had once suppressed the Three Thousand Demon Gods.
Back then, Pangu had not been this absurd either.
No...
Back then, Pangu had been even more absurd than Zhou Ming.
When they, the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, faced Pangu, the vast majority could not even withstand a single swing of Pangu's axe.
Beneath the edge of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, every Dao, every law, would be forcibly severed.
At least the current Zhou Ming had fought him for this long.
Back then, Pangu had given no one such treatment.
One axe, one kill, like slaughtering livestock.
Yang Mei's body uncontrollably retreated half a step.
Retreat?
The thought had only just arisen before he strangled it out himself.
Where could he retreat to?
This chaos was about to have a master.
Once Zhou Ming succeeded in proving his Dao, every inch of space, every wisp of Qi in the entire chaos would become an extension