Second, the Rule Shackles within his body had yet to be fully broken. The battle just now had been exhilarating.
But it had also made him feel the force binding him more clearly.
His goal was simply to gather Fortune, restore his strength, and break those shackles.
Now, he had achieved half of that goal.
He had established his authority.
He believed that after this battle, those seven would not dare provoke him again anytime soon.
That also cleared the greatest obstacle from Liu Yuan and the others' path.
With that thought, Zhou Ming's figure slowly faded and vanished into the ravaged Chaos.
In an isolated stretch of space countless miles from the Flowing Light Domain.
Seven figures appeared almost at once.
"Cough, cough..."
The Chaotic Ancient True Lord had barely steadied himself when he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood. He stared at the cracks covering his fist, his expression grim.
He had attained the Da Luo True Realm through his physical body, and the strength of his Demon Body ranked among the top three of the seven.
Yet when their fists had met, he had felt as though he had struck an immovable divine wall of Chaos.
That seemingly ordinary fist held a power so pure and so overwhelming that it defied belief.
It even surpassed his understanding of the Great Dao of strength.
"Who is this man?"
The Northern Cold True Lord's voice was icy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to hide the uncertainty in his eyes.
"I've searched my memory. There's no one like him in this star domain, or in any of the thousands of domains around it," the Heavenly Demon True Lord said, shaking his head.
At their level, they had heard at least something about