You Are Worthy of My Full Strength!

Rip!

A golden scepter appeared in An Yong Lord's hand. As if it could pierce through the fabric of space, it thrust forward with a thunderous roar. The scepter's head was oval, and at the very top of that oval sphere was a sharp tip resembling the spout of a gourd!

The scepter howled through the air, twisting space-time as its tip smashed toward Luo Feng's chest. An Yong Lord paid no heed to the opening he exposed, using a purely mutually destructive style.

As expected of a madman from the First Reincarnation Era...

Luo Feng sneered inwardly, unable to help recalling the title he had once borne. So you're the fucking one called "Madman"!

If you weren't afraid, why should I be?

Across the entire Universe Sea, including the Primordial Universe, other than the Nine Nether Lord, who could compare to him in divine body size?

Luo Feng raised his blade and brought it down, likewise ignoring An Yong Lord's attack. A streak of golden light like a silken ribbon tore forth, slashing at An Yong Lord.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion rang out. Even in these deep waters, where the pressure was boundless, it created astonishing tremors. The nearby waterflow spirits of Zhou Ze were instantly torn apart.

Almost simultaneously, both sides shot backward at high speed. The next moment, they halted and charged at each other again.

In the dark depths of Tilted Peak Realm's waters, two towering figures fought a frenzied battle.

An Yong Lord wielded his golden scepter, sometimes using it as a long staff, sometimes as a heavy hammer, and at times even as a spear. Whether it was a staff, hammer, or spear, the Secret Arts he used were all "strongest Secret Arts." With every clash, An Yong Lord never blocked Luo Feng's attacks,