This was the first time Lin Heng had truly clashed head-on with Jiang Wu.
An early Dao Integration cultivator fighting a Great Ascension peak cultivator—the advantage was beyond question.
Jiang Wu had merely thrown his first punch through the air, yet Lin Heng had nearly failed to withstand it.
That strike gathering the Nine Dragons carried the accumulated weight of several thousand years of the Emperor's Path. No matter how powerful the Humanity Domain was, it was still smashed into a depression.
Lin Heng put on a performance of an old ox plowing the field, sent flying backward for hundreds of meters.
"Heh heh, is that all? Kid, you may indeed be the most talented genius of the younger generation in this era, but I, too, was the most outstanding prodigy of my era.
"I have the accumulation of time, while you do not.
"I have already reached the end of the Great Dao, while you have only just crossed the threshold. What do you have to fight me with in this battle?"
Jiang Wu's voice carried a trace of mockery as a massive hand descended upon him.
Lin Heng's pupils contracted, and he raised his twin swords to block.
Clang—!
The shockwave unleashed by that slap seemed to sink the ground for several miles below.
Lin Heng felt his hands trembling uncontrollably. He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but Jiang Wu seemed to have grown even stronger.
Perhaps this was his true peak.
After all, how could someone capable of fighting ten Demon Venerables alone possibly have traded blows so evenly against Uncle Prison and the other two when they joined forces?
If it had been the Jiang Wu from before, Lin Heng had absolute confidence that he could crush him with ease.
Now that