"So why'd you suddenly turn hostile when we were getting along so well?"
The situation had changed in the blink of an eye. Fu Qian sighed deeply at how far people had fallen.
Was calm, reasonable conversation really so difficult these days?
As he sighed, Fu Qian didn't hold back against the demigod envoy who'd already drawn his weapon. He raised his right hand.
"It's simple. Since we're meeting as equals, I won't hold back."
"I recently learned a new move: Physical Black Dragon Wave. Brother A'wei, please take a look."
Physical Black Dragon Wave?
As A'wei pondered what the name meant, a bizarre beast's head appeared in his vision, black as the void, with golden dots and lines connecting within it.
...It really was physical!
As a demigod, A'wei's powers of observation were naturally exceptional.
He immediately realized that it wasn't some special force taking shape. It was nothing more than a mass of black tentacles twisted together.
And those tentacles were erupting from the left arm of the Great Fortune Ming King.
"All flash and no substance!"
Faced with this physical attack, which clearly carried a mental impact, A'wei upheld the dignity of a divine envoy and wasted no time in expressing his disdain.
At the same time, he didn't dodge or evade. The hooked sword in his hand moved at an unbelievable speed.
With his movements, pulses rippled through the space before him, gathering into a beam that surged to meet Fu Qian's attack.
The moment the two collided, the invisible pulses didn't seem to form any tangible barrier.
Yet the fearsome physical wave seemed to suffer the ravages of countless years with every inch it advanced, rapidly withering away.
Soon, amid flying ash, the tentacles could no longer move forward.
"Trying to outlast me in a