"Not bad."
Saint Panwu's projection looked at Xia Ping approvingly. "You actually took one of my punches without dying, and you were not even seriously injured. You are the first in all eternity. Next, I will go all out—so do not die."
The moment he finished speaking, he struck instantly, clearly giving Xia Ping no chance to catch his breath. He unleashed the first stance of the Panwu Divine Fist—Creation!
The moment this punch flew forth, heaven and earth shook, mountains and rivers overturned, stars shifted in their courses. It was as though a universe had been created, chaos collapsing into a terrifying vortex like the birth of the cosmos in a great explosion.
Only after that would the universe give rise to countless stars and breed billions of races. This punch contained the might of a black hole's explosion, enough to blast even molecules into nothingness.
The power of this punch was boundless. It contained infinite destruction, yet also gave birth to infinite vitality. The two forces fused together, like yin and yang merging, heaven and earth becoming one.
"Very strong!"
Xia Ping felt like an ant standing in the vacuum of the universe. Stars all around him exploded and perished, their unleashed power enough to blast him to death hundreds of times over. How could human strength possibly compare with the natural forces of the universe?
But he knew this was merely an illusion born from being intimidated by his opponent's fist intent. After all, the other party was only using the mana of the Golden Core Realm and could not possibly inflict destruction on such a scale.
Under this stimulation, the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline throughout his body boiled like an undying flame. The stronger the opponent, the stronger it became. Terrifying Hell Golden Crow Flame surged