God Battle!

In the capital of Hua Country, in an ordinary park, dusk was falling. The sky was growing dark, and hardly anyone was around.

Above a dense patch of grass stood several lush old trees. Beneath them, a long-browed young man was leisurely practicing the most common Tai Chi Stance. Yet in his hands, this ordinary Taiji Fist possessed a unique charm.

It was as though he embodied natural harmony, the union of heaven and man, and the oneness of all things. Every movement resonated with the surrounding environment, blending into it as if he and the world were one.

When He Heng arrived and saw this scene, his pupils abruptly contracted. He could no longer sense anything human about this God. Instead, he sensed the divinity he himself possessed when performing the Great Dao Formless Fist. This man had truly become a "god."

"Looks like after you let go of everything and abandoned the hard work you'd put in over so many years, the shackles on your mind fell away. You've made tremendous progress." He Heng smiled faintly at the long-browed young man.

"Compared to the strides you've made, my progress is nothing." God raised his head slightly and looked at He Heng. His dark eyes were unfathomably deep. "He Heng, you're impressive. You haven't disappointed me. Over the years, I've founded the God Organization and trained countless experts, including several Land Immortals who've reached Dan Force. But you're the only one who's truly attained Shatter Void and See God Unbroken, the realm of 'gods.'"

As he spoke, God studied He Heng closely. He Heng's appearance was little different from how he'd looked in the Great Heaven World. This had once made God complain: If they had different parents, why did they look alike? There had to be some deeper meaning. Could it be that the neighbor, Old Wang...

He Heng looked to be in his early twenties now, naturally more mature than the teenage boy he'd been in the Great Heaven World. His youthful air had faded, replaced by a steady, composed bearing. His skin was as fair as jade, smooth and delicate as a baby's; his hair was as black as ink, and his deep eyes held a resolute quality tempered by the years.

Yet from this sunny, handsome young man, God sensed an immense threat, as if he were facing a Primordial Fierce Beast baring its claws and fangs.

In all his decades of experience, he'd felt this kind of dread only once before: not long ago, when facing Wang Chao and his wife fighting together. Now, he faced He Heng alone.

"Interesting. You truly are extraordinary, He Heng. I was right to take notice of you at first sight." God smiled coolly, his gaze full of admiration.

"Are you praising me, or yourself?" He Heng smiled faintly, watching God's eyes closely.

"Haha, that's right. There's no need for such empty words between us. That sort of false modesty is for those monkeys. We gods don't need it." God gave a sudden laugh, then fixed He Heng with a gaze as cold as a blade.

"Indeed. Let's fight." He Heng smiled, too. A light breeze stirred, and he moved.

He stepped through the Big Dipper Seven Stars, aligning himself with the sun, moon, and stars: the Yu Steps. His gaze swept over God with chilling intensity, piercing to the soul: the eye-strike of Taiji Fist. Gang Wind suddenly filled the space around him, churning the air within three inches of his body. He swung a simple fist technique, striking straight at God with a Black Tiger Steals Heart.

"Good!"

God's pupils contracted, his gaze deep as he watched He Heng's fist come at him with perfect clarity. He raised both hands and lashed them toward He Heng's attacking arm.

Smack!

A crisp, clear sound rang out as He Heng and God's fist and palm collided. Their force burst forth like thunder, and a red mark appeared on each of their arms.

"Again!" He Heng roared. His entire body turned blood-red, as if drops of crimson blood were about to fall from his skin. It was a terrifying sign that his Blood Qi had reached its peak.

God was much the same. Steam rose from his body as if he were boiling, his Blood Qi burning. It even looked as though blood were dripping from his long eyebrows.

They struck at the same time, each carrying an overwhelming momentum. He Heng moved through Gang Bu Dou, while lotus blossoms seemed to spring beneath God's steps. Both had reached the pinnacle of Daoist martial arts.

Boom!

A tremendous blast rang out, like the heavens splitting or thunder crashing. He Heng and God clashed fist and foot, their ferocious force blazing with light. Every strike carried a vast momentum, as heavy as a mountain and immense as a peak.

He Heng turned, his expression abruptly emptying of all emotion. He became the coldest, most heartless Heavenly Dao, gazing down upon the mortal world. His fist swept out, and the air surged in every direction, as if countless stars were revolving. The cycle of the seasons and the birth and death of all things lay within it!

Great Dao Heartless, governing the sun and moon!

This was He Heng's Great Dao Heartless Fist. He became the Heavenly Dao, overlooking the vastness and ruling over all its rise and fall. Immortals and demons, gods and devils, Buddhas and ghosts—all existed beneath heaven! His fist swept across with unstoppable momentum.

"Ah... Not bad, but still not enough."

God suddenly sighed. As the sound left his lips, his shoulder sank. The movement came without warning, appearing out of nowhere like a heavenly steed soaring through the skies. His force flowed in a perfect circle, and he cleanly slipped past He Heng's seemingly traceless punch.

As his shoulder sank, God placed both hands against his lower abdomen. He crossed his ten fingers, brought his thumbs together, and raised his middle fingers, joining his hands into the shape of a flame.

He formed the flame-shaped gesture at incredible speed. The instant his shoulder sank, the gesture appeared naturally.

"Hm?"

He Heng was a little surprised that God could dodge his punch so easily. As God sank his shoulder, He Heng seized the opening and followed with a downward grab, his body already crouched into the shape of a Crocodile Floating on Water.

He had clearly landed his grab. Next came the deadly Crocodile Tail Cut.

As he took advantage of the opening and grabbed downward, something suddenly flickered through He Heng's mind. He seemed to feel God's hands turn into a flickering flame at his abdomen.

He hadn't seen it with his eyes. His senses had simply touched it directly, because God had formed the gesture too quickly for the naked eye to follow.

Thump!

A light sound.

Like a lamp's wick popping, God's shoulder suddenly surged upward, his hands rose, and his waist snapped straight. The muscles throughout his body abruptly blossomed outward like a flower.

He Heng clearly heard a rushing, rippling sound in his ears!

It was the sound of God's gesture triggering an explosion throughout his body, the blood racing through his veins! He'd used his force to make the sound of blood flowing within his body audible. How explosive must that power have been? How much pressure had his body withstood in that instant?

He Heng's arms were jolted an inch apart. God stepped diagonally, his body swaying like a lotus leaf in the wind, and struck He Heng directly in the abdomen with both hands. The tremendous force of the blow rang through his body!

It sounded like wave after wave crashing: papapapap!

This wasn't Gang Wind, muscle tremors, or the crack of sinews and bones. It was the surge of blood throughout his body, its sound bursting out from within! The move resembled Turning Body and Lotus from Taiji Fist.

But He Heng knew that Taiji Fist's Turning Body and Lotus could never produce such a ferocious explosion of power!

First came the flame-shaped hand gesture, followed by a technique that bloomed like a lotus. This was the Daoist qigong technique Fire Planting Lotus.

He Heng knew this technique, too. Over the years, he'd visited sacred Daoist sites like Mount Longhu, Mount Mao, and Zhongnan Mountain to practice. Naturally, he hadn't overlooked Wudang Mountain.

He'd studied the Turtle Snake Sword from Wudang Sword Art. Its final stance should have been the posture for Fire Planting Lotus, described in the saying: "The turtle and snake entwine, their lives and nature steadfast; only then can one plant a golden lotus in fire."

But God was the only person He Heng had ever seen make this move with the sound of surging blood bursting from his body!

"If my fate is mine to command, then I can plant a golden lotus in fire!"

God roared, his fist blazing as he struck at He Heng's abdomen. Fire Planting Lotus drew on the Heavenly Immortal Great Dao: go with the flow to remain human, rebel against the flow to become immortal. It was designed to counter the fist intent of He Heng's Great Dao Formless Fist, which embodied the heavens and ruled the world.

But faced with God's ferocious punch, He Heng remained unruffled. In a flash, he struck with icy calm, like a mighty god from ancient chaos swinging an enormous axe to open heaven and earth, shatter chaos, and bring forth a new Qiankun. This was the Great Dao Formless Fist. As its name suggested, it was formless and immaculate, beyond all bounds.

Great Dao Formless, giving birth to heaven and earth!

His vast fist intent carried the vision of heaven and earth being opened, the momentum of chaos being shattered, and the wonder of all things coming into being. It crashed into God's Fire Planting Lotus.

"Hm?" God's expression changed. He abruptly raised both hands, and a fierce blast of Gang Qi shot straight toward He Heng. He Heng's expression turned solemn. He swung another punch, its vision of creation surging forth to crush the Gang Qi.

But God seized that moment. A fierce aura swept over him, and his body suddenly swelled to an enormous size, becoming a two-meter-tall giant. He slammed into He Heng with an Iron Body Lean.

"Bring it on!" He Heng roared, his Blood Qi surging and thundering. He met him with an Iron Body Lean of his own.

Boom!

A muffled sound rang out, like an explosion. The air for more than ten meters around them churned into a raging current. The flowers and grass across the entire lawn were shattered, and the trees were stripped of their leaves, left as bare trunks.

"Again!" He Heng abruptly stepped back, then swung his fist, his vast fist intent surging forth. He moved through Gang Bu Dou, his fist intent immense and earth-shaking.

God's expression turned impassive. His Blood Qi churned, Gang Qi spilled from him, and the air around him whirled into a small tornado, sweeping everything away.

Their figures quickly interwove. Every punch and kick collided with astonishing force. Each footfall left a deep crater in the ground; each punch could break a tree. A stone table nearby was smashed to pieces. The scene was terrifying.

Their fist intent surged, their power was immense, and tremendous force swept through the area. Every fist technique was peerless in their hands, representing the pinnacle of human physical ability. To ordinary people, they could only be called... gods. This was the battle of gods!