The moment Zhang Chu's voice fell, his entire body was like a sword pulled from its sheath, exploding with an aura that had built up for who knew how long!
"Boom!..."
Dark golden light surged from within his body, illuminating the entire gray earth as bright as day.
Five Manifestations unfolded behind him, resembling a grand scroll whose full expanse could never be seen!
Formless Emperor looked at those five phantom images.
In those eyes as deep as stars, there was finally a trace of genuine fluctuation!
"Five Manifestations, Five-Manifestation Fusion."
He spoke, his tone carrying a trace of praise that he did not completely conceal even from himself.
"In ten thousand years, this seat has seen countless geniuses; you are the first to reach this step."
Zhang Chu did not reply.
He could feel that the "force" on Formless Emperor's body was climbing at an extremely slow speed.
Unlike any breakthrough he had seen before, there was no burst of aura, no flashing of light, no emergence of a Manifestation!
It was like the rise of the sea level during a tide, rising steadily upward.
Until it submerged you!
"This seat's punch has no name."
Formless Emperor raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly closing into a fist. "Because for ten thousand years, no one has been worthy of having this seat name it."
The moment those words fell, he threw a punch.
"Hum!..."
That punch was extremely slow, so slow that Zhang Chu could see the trajectory of every inch of the fist edge, could see the movement of every fold on the surface of the fist.
Yet it was precisely this extremely slow punch that made Zhang Chu feel an unprecedented pressure.
That pressure did not come from strength, did not come from aura, did not