"This is the first time in all these years I've heard such a bizarre request." Chen Fei lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at Fu Zhao.
"Then what are you waiting for? Come on, hit me!"
Fu Zhao laughed wildly, his enormous voice turning into sound waves that spread out in all directions.
Hua Zhicun and Kuang Xingfeng's faces abruptly turned pale. The injuries that had originally been suppressed inside them were actually triggered in an instant.
Kuang Xingfeng in particular was a stage lower in cultivation than everyone present, and with his heavily injured body, he found it even harder to endure.
"As you wish!"
Chen Fei tapped his right foot backward. Fine ripples spread out from where the sole of his shoe landed, and Chen Fei himself vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Fu Zhao.
Buzz!
The moment Chen Fei appeared, the space around Fu Zhao's body suddenly trembled. One force after another abruptly descended onto Chen Fei, as if the heavens had come crashing down, smashing into him by brute force.
Fallen Nine Heavens!
It was not a cultivation technique of the Weird Clan, but a technique of another race that Fu Zhao had obtained by chance. It could compress all the spatial weight within a hundred miles in front of him.
Space was originally formless and intangible, but viewed from another angle, the Rule Particles contained within space were far, far too many.
Fu Zhao naturally could not gather all the spatial particles within a hundred miles. That was something even the Emperor Lord Realm could not accomplish. But as long as he could stir even a trace of them, it could produce tremendous power.
Fu Zhao seemed wild and arrogant, but in truth, from the moment he had used teleportation to