The End of Creation Fist

"Pfft—!"

The terrifying residual force of the Great Heaven Creation Palm, imbued with Annihilation Power, was like countless invisible Sharp Needles, and also like a violent torrent of destruction, as it ruthlessly pierced into the Four Heavenly Venerate's body!

He immediately seemed to suffer the full-force hammer blow of an ancient giant god. His chest caved in visibly, and the cracking sounds of shattering bones rang out one after another, so clear it made one's scalp tingle!

A mouthful of dark, viscous blood mixed with shattered chunks of internal organs shot uncontrollably from his mouth like a blood arrow that had been suppressed for far too long, drawing a tragic, despairing arc through the air.

His figure also borrowed that immense, irresistible push and, like a kite whose string had been torn apart by a wild gale, completely lost control. In an utterly miserable posture, he flew backward into the void where the energy had yet to calm.

The once surging, suffocating, heaven-overturning aura around the Four Heavenly Venerate wilted in an instant like a punctured balloon, declining to the extreme.

The face hidden beneath his Blood Qi was now pale as paper, covered in lines twisted with pain, and deeper still was the unbelievable fear that almost overflowed from those blood-colored pupils!

He could not imagine that he, the mighty Hall of Souls Four Heavenly Venerates, an existence who had reached the Third Revolution Peak Dou Venerate level by using the Blood River Great Art, would be defeated so thoroughly and so quickly at the hands of a young junior!

"You want to leave? Did you ask me first?"

Just as the Four Heavenly Venerate's figure had only just flown backward beyond his control, and the Dou Qi in his body had fallen into extreme disorder from his heavy