"Peak Tribulation Transcendence?" Wu Yao was astonished. Lu Yang's realm had actually surged in an instant, rising to the peak of Tribulation Transcendence, yet there was not the slightest sign of an unstable foundation.
What an ingenious secret art. Was it similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Art?
But these were merely petty tricks. No matter how ingenious a secret art was, it still had a time limit and side effects. For one that steadily raised one's realm like this, the backlash afterward would only be more severe.
At the end of the day, this was merely a temporary expedient. It couldn't last long.
"So what if you attacked first? Do you think reaching the peak of Tribulation Transcendence puts you on equal footing with me?" In Wu Yao's eyes, Lu Yang was merely venting his impotent rage and posed no threat.
Boom—
The two attacked at the same time. Wu Yao had actually wanted to strike first, but he hadn't expected Lu Yang to have the same idea. They collided amid the stars, their figures blurring until it seemed as though tens of thousands of afterimages were clashing there.
Their auras seemed to transform into galaxies, vast and boundless as they collided again and again, displaying peerless divine might. The stars trembled, while cultivators and warships were like schools of fish in the tide, able only to drift with the current, unable to control themselves.
Shi Wumian was horrified. Since His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor had ruled over all under heaven, he had never encountered an opponent worthy of a second move from him. Even when the cultivation world displayed terrifying strength, it was still far inferior to the Heavenly Emperor in his eyes. Yet now, the Heavenly Emperor had actually encountered an evenly matched opponent.
Shi Chan and