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His body had been locked down by divine power.
He could neither dodge nor flee.
Chen Shouyi's hand trembled, shattering the air. A lightning sword extended from his arm, and at the critical moment, its tip met the spearhead in a violent clash.
"Boom!"
A dazzling flash of light vanished in an instant.
The next moment, a shock wave burst outward like a nuclear explosion. Every tree on the Small Island snapped and toppled, and all life was wiped out.
At the same time, the golden spear was blasted away by the raging force, vanishing without a trace.
The muscles across Chen Shouyi's body rippled like dragons, rising and falling. His berserk power sent visible waves through the air around him.
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
"You..." At the sight of this terrifying scene, the God of Order's eyes bulged. A chill rose in his heart and spread through his body, filling him with a sense of foreboding.
Chen Shouyi waited a second. When his opponent remained motionless in midair, he tilted his head and said, "Come on. Don't waste time. I'll gladly accept any punishment Order has for me!"
The God of Order's face stiffened. Those had been his own words earlier, now thrown back at him as an insult. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he couldn't get a word out.
An invisible pressure bore down on him, crushing him. At that moment, facing this colossal, berserk giant, he felt as if he were facing an ancient evil creature—or Death itself.
His body's instincts screamed at him to flee, to get as far away as possible.
Chen Shouyi was growing impatient. "If you won't come to me, then I'll go to you."
He stomped hard on the ground. The mountain beneath his feet,