Feels Good Pulling the Trigger, Huh?

Purple Rule Chains, like billions of crazed pythons, locked down space for tens of thousands of light-years around.

This was the Great Universe Will's "antivirus software."

It had determined that an unknown virus named "Yang Yu" was altering the underlying data. He had to be physically deleted.

Every chain bore Annihilation Runes powerful enough to shatter even a Main God's True Spirit.

The aura leaking from them alone broke dozens of dead stars apart on the spot.

Crack!

The first chain lashed down.

No fancy technique. Just the crushing force of pure rules.

Three abandoned planets in its path vanished without a sound, like pencil drawings wiped away with an eraser.

Yang Yu stood in the middle of the void.

Half a burning cigar hung from his lips, its ember flickering stubbornly in the vacuum.

He did not dodge.

He even pushed his raised middle finger a little farther forward.

Smack!

The chain struck the back of Yang Yu's hand.

A terrifying force capable of destroying a midsize galaxy in an instant erupted.

The Dimensional Barrier shattered like glass, exposing the pitch-black Void Turbulence beyond.

And yet...

Yang Yu's hand did not so much as twitch.

It did not even break the skin.

Instead, the purple chain snapped into seven or eight pieces from the recoil.

The broken links dissolved into purple points of light, falling like a magnificent shower.

"That's it?"

Yang Yu took the cigar from his mouth, held it between two fingers, and flicked off the ash with outrageous arrogance.

He blew a smoke ring tinged with sulfur.

Then he looked down at the back of his hand.

There was not even a red mark. If anything, it looked shinier than before.

"Before, I had to rely on my Abyss True Body to withstand that. Now..."

Yang