What a Coincidence

Under Gao Xian's guidance, lightning filled the sky and condensed into a colossal sharp arrow, which stabbed fiercely at one of the Six-Armed Heavenly Ghost's fists.

Amid an earth-shaking roar, one of the Six-Armed Heavenly Ghost's enormous fists exploded into fragments that filled the sky beneath the lightning arrow. The arrow formed from lightning also burst apart into a great spray of streaming light.

But the Six-Armed Heavenly Ghost's second fist had already come crashing down. Gao Xian drove the dark golden wheel of light upward in a streak, evading the second blow.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth fists in rapid succession. Despite its colossal body, the Six-Armed Heavenly Ghost moved with incomprehensible speed.

Each descending punch compressed a vast stretch of empty space into an invisible collapse, its force covering a radius of a hundred miles.

Though Gao Xian's Mystic Yellow Divine Light was swift, it became extraordinarily sluggish beneath the suppression of that fist force. His speed plummeted. He dodged the second, third, and fourth punches, but could not evade the fifth.

The immense fist fell like a mountain, drawing the surrounding void down after it in a vortex-like spiral.

Caught within it, Gao Xian was utterly unable to contend with the Six-Armed Heavenly Ghost in strength due to the vast disparity in their sizes. Being able to hold his body steady without spinning wildly along with the vortex caused by the punch was already an accomplishment.

Since he could not evade it, Gao Xian met it with a palm strike. He was not even as large as one of the opponent's little fingernails; trying to overcome something so great with something so small looked like nothing less than courting death.

In truth, though, Gao Xian held the advantage. His physical strength was no weaker than