"You think you're worthy of taking something from my hands?"
Mo Feng's voice exploded from the depths of Chu Tian's small world. Every word was like a red-hot iron hammer smashing against Chu Tian's divine soul, making the entire world tremble and shatter.
The corners of the enormous face floating above the small world curled into a cold arc. In its blood-red eyes were reflected the collapsing mountains, dried-up rivers, and extinguished stars within Chu Tian's small world.
He raised a hand, and countless black giant palms emerged from every corner of the small world at once. They were not physical hands, but phantoms condensed from Mo Feng's demonic consciousness and the residual will of the Heaven-Reaching Great Demon. Yet each one was ten thousand zhang large, each one flowing with the patterns of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The giant palms came crashing down.
The first palm struck a mountain range.
That mountain range was the tallest in Chu Tian's small world, stretching across tens of thousands of miles. Its peaks were covered in exotic flowers and rare herbs, while a river rich in spiritual energy flowed at its feet.
The instant the giant palm descended, the mountain range split down the middle. A fissure spread from its summit to its base, rocks flew in every direction, and dust filled the sky.
The exotic flowers and rare herbs were ground to dust by the palm wind. The river rich in spiritual energy was cut off by the palm wind, its waters pouring backward into the fissure with a thunderous roar.
The second palm struck a lake.
That lake was the largest body of water in the small world, spanning tens of thousands of miles, with countless living creatures swimming within it.
The instant the giant palm descended, the lake