"This..."
Every expert who witnessed this scene was aghast. The owner of that giant hand was incredibly powerful!
Since the Heaven Binding Lock sealed power, he simply met it with the most basic, pure strength. He was far too confident!
In theory, the Heaven Binding Lock sealed everything, including physical strength. But the one driving it wasn't the flawless Heavenly Dao—it was only a clone. As a result, it couldn't fully suppress the owner of the giant hand, giving him a chance to show his strength!
No matter how unwilling they were to accept it, in this clash after an unknown stretch of time, the Thirty-Three Heavens had fallen behind. The old man and the owner of the giant hand remained as carefree as ever.
The owner of the giant hand even openly said they could keep attacking if they wanted; he'd be more than happy to see it through to the end!
"You're still the same battle maniac, and so is that one. Everyone from your clan is the same!" the mysterious expert said.
"After all these years, you've become even harder to deal with!" the hazy phantom sighed, supporting his shattered incomplete corpse.
He had considered the possibility of losing, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.
As expected of someone from that sect!
"If I don't become stronger, how could I ever be worthy of being your opponent?"
The old man smiled, then lowered his gaze and turned to a fresh page, once more reading it carefully and attentively.
"You said it yourself! Don't regret it!" The Dragon Ancestor lurked deep within the Black Mist, a cold glint flashing in his blood-red eyes.
The Ancient Ancestors in every layer of the heavens could no longer sit still. If things continued like this, would they have