If that were all, it would have been one thing. But Xia Ping could sense the terror of a ruler's strength.
"Too fragile."
Xia Ping could not help sighing.
Previously, if he wanted to destroy a high-level hell plane, he would likely have had to go all out, perhaps even use a divine artifact. But now, there was no need. With merely a light touch of his finger, he could reduce a high-level hell plane to ashes.
Only Demon God planes might be able to withstand him somewhat, but even they would not last for long.
All the countless substances of Hell were as fragile as paper mache beneath his ruler divine power.
His breath could turn into endless chaos storms, sweeping away everything and annihilating everything.
His gaze could pierce through all things. Wherever his eyes reached, everything would turn into nothingness.
His ears could hear the voices of all life. Any creature that spoke of his divine name would be sensed, even locked onto, leaving behind coordinates.
A single flicker of his thoughts could form a terrifying mental storm, driving countless masters of illusion into madness.
He could even effortlessly twist countless Great Dao laws and alter the laws of heaven and earth. No mortal could move before him; even a single glance at him would drive them mad.
At this moment, he also recalled the trouble he had caused in the Evil God Universe.
Fortunately, he had fled quickly that time, leaving before those ruler-level evil gods awakened. Otherwise, if he had truly waited for those ruler-level evil gods to awaken, he would not have been able to escape at all. He would have certainly died.
Yet the abilities described above were merely the basic abilities of a ruler-level deity. What truly mattered were the authorities of