Authentic!
More than authentic—it was authentic to the extreme!
With the slaps from the Non-Attack Hand followed by the Spiritual Substance shockwaves of Disintegration Art · Scene Tremor, even the Emperor of the Eternal Empire had never tasted anything this pure. Lucky you!
After a rapid-fire barrage of slaps, Ji Jue was still shaken. Heavenly Selection, that insidious Heart Pivot, had silently crept up behind him without a sound and touched his backside. It had scared the wits out of him.
If he had not been unsure whether the other side might escape or had some backup plan, Ji Jue might have revealed his true form on the spot from sheer stress.
Still, he had never seen a Heart Pivot this tough before.
The resilience of its consciousness and the stability of its spiritual body were entirely beyond Ji Jue's expectations. Even after taking so many of Chun Jun's piercing strikes and Scene Tremor's impacts head-on, it could somehow maintain its integrity. Even when it teetered on the verge of collapse every time, it could swiftly reassemble and mend itself, as though it could tear its soul into countless pieces and still put them back together.
It was far too unreasonable. An ordinary person would have gone mad long ago doing this, but who could say that the other side possessed reason to begin with?
From beginning to end, its eyes remained ice-cold, its malice unfathomably deep.
"You really did make me underestimate you."
A hoarse voice emerged from the shattered spiritual body. Amid trembling and collapse, it reassembled. Then, the astral body constructed from divided soul fragments abruptly swelled and erupted.
The darkness contained within it gushed forth like a geyser, turning into shadows that surged and ravaged the surroundings.
Like an archive being unpacked.
In the most decisive