Rumble!
Only when the deafening crashes gradually faded did the scattered dust spread across the wilderness, reaching thousands of miles away.
Once it blew clear, utter devastation lay exposed.
Amid the ruins, the two men facing off at an angle both shuddered.
"Whew..."
Meng Chuan braced his hands on his knees and panted heavily. Massive streams of air gushed from his mouth and nose, and his body glowed red as though he had fallen into molten iron.
This time, however, the Ferryman had not blasted his body apart with a single punch. His recent cultivation of the Dao of Defense had clearly yielded remarkable results!
But on the other side-"How did you learn that?! You actually...!"
The Ferryman's eyes bulged with fury and disbelief. His face was as red as a steamed crab, and he looked even worse than Meng Chuan.
His already tattered clothes had been blasted entirely to ash. He staggered backward, seemingly no longer able to bear the chains wound around his arms in his current condition. Their weight had become terrifyingly oppressive.
Meng Chuan smiled through his panting. "Whew... Xuluo, whew! Judging by those few moves of mine, do you think I could achieve physical ascension to godhood someday?"
"Pfft!!!"
Blood sprayed thirty feet high and a hundred feet out. The Ferryman fell backward into the mud, facing the sky. His chest heaved violently for several breaths, then stilled and caved in!
Meng Chuan had not deliberately tried to anger him. He had wanted to provoke him into saying more, to gather information and learn.
During their fierce exchanges, he had thrown out plenty of taunts, occasionally switching to an earnest request for guidance. But Xuluo had answered only with sneers and even fiercer punches. Communication had been impossible.
Unfortunately, Xuluo seemed to have wanted to