The Weak Must Bow Their Heads!

Whoosh!

Yang Wu's attack came again. His palm transformed into endless blade light, hacking at Yan Ling Hou. Under the terrifying force of the blows, even the Dark Purple Armor was struck somewhat dull.

"Hm? A God King weapon?"

Yang Wu cried out in surprise. He had not expected that aside from the Purple Scepter, the Dark Purple Armor on her body was also a God King-level weapon.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Wu was surprised, but Yan Ling Hou was horrified. Even with God King-level armor protecting her, part of her body had still been annihilated. How could this be power that a Chaos Realm cultivator possessed?

Chaos Realm Transcendence?

Or the God King realm?

Yan Ling Hou could no longer be sure. She only knew that if this continued, the body she had painstakingly condensed would likely be destroyed here.

"Wait—... Splat!"

Before Yan Ling Hou could speak, Yang Wu struck her with another slap. The impact shattered her into dozens of flaming chunks of flesh. Yet those chunks remained incomparably tough and brimmed with endless vitality.

Though shattered, her divine power had barely been depleted.

Yang Wu was somewhat stunned. His palm, converted with nearly fifty percent tribulation power, had exceeded the limits of strength and struck through the God King armor, smashing her into chunks of flesh—yet she had lost very little divine power.

He had long heard that Chaos Realm cultivators who specialized in the Hongyuan Bloodline were relatively weak in other aspects, but their bodies became tough to an inconceivable degree. Even ordinary God Kings needed time to gradually grind them away.

After considering it, Yang Wu attacked again.

One enormous palm after another slammed down. In practically the blink of an eye, Yang Wu had struck more than a thousand times in succession.