Controlling the Dao with a Whip

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence. The emotions of some Ninth Grade Star Gazing Masters had been stirred up as they swept their gazes across the battlefield.

They were astonished, believing that Chen Fusheng had mastered a Prehistoric Scripture, specifically a fire-element chapter. Otherwise, how could he absorb the substance of an exclusive Golden Armor Heavenly God?

Chen Fusheng stood atop the ruined formation. His soul was complete and flawless, growing clearer and fuller, as if it had been rolled three times beneath the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

He was also slightly surprised. He kept feeling that the starry sky above the arena had undergone subtle changes, but he could not put his finger on what they were.

"Saint Yuan Da Yi, it seems luck isn't on your side."

Chen Fusheng swept him with a cold gaze. "Without the Golden Armor Heavenly God, I'm afraid you no longer have the strength to fight me."

"How arrogant..."

Saint Yuan Da Yi's face turned purple. Soul Substance surged throughout his body, his killing intent climbing as his fury ignited.

It had not ended as everyone had expected. Saint Yuan Da Yi could still erupt with power!

"Soul Controls Ten Thousand Stars..."

Saint Yuan Da Yi roared, surging with the radiance of Manifesting Divinity. His entire presence became utterly different!

The spectators came back to themselves and gazed toward the starry sky. This was Saint Yuan Da Yi's Soul Light, illuminating the edge of the heavens. Vast waves of Star Radiance descended, like Myriad Meteors falling from the sky.

Yet they carried the fluctuations of a calamity. This was a sky full of murderous Soul Substance, destroying the ruined formation and bombarding Chen Fusheng from all directions.

"What terrifying material fluctuations..."

Those members watching from within the scene were all frightened by