A Crucial Battle, Divine General Pan Wu

"Eternal Divine General, make your move. You'll only know after we fight. I have a feeling you're no match for me."

Ling Xiao crooked a finger at him and said with a smile.

"Arrogant!"

"Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, the Eternal Divine General emanated an ancient aura.

His features looked as though they had been carved with knives and axes—rugged, wild, and utterly unadorned.

Yet in the next instant, they seemed gentle and delicate. This wondrous shift made it impossible to remember exactly what he looked like. It gave only one impression: this face was the true visage of the Dao, exactly as it ought to be.

"The divine generals of the Celestial Divine Hall command nine transcendence powers. This boy's winning streak ends here."

"Lasting ten moves would already count as a success!"

The divine senses of spectators from every side intertwined as they voiced their opinions. Compared to Ling Xiao's previous opponents, the Eternal Divine General stood on an entirely different level. He was simply incomparable to those divine generals who wielded eight transcendence powers.

Rumble...

The battle platform shook violently. The Eternal Divine General's Dharma body was incomparably immense, filling vast stretches of void and bringing forth countless strange phenomena.

Expressionless, he looked like an ancient deity revived from eternity—without emotion, without thought, possessed only by an obsession. His towering body took one step forward, and its pitch-black shadow completely blotted out the light in the sky. Beneath him, there was only darkness so suffocating it reached the extreme.

"Eternal King Fist!"

He hurled out a punch. In Ling Xiao's eyes, everything in existence was drawn into the Eternal Divine General's fist. The entire void constantly shifted, collapsed, decayed, lived, and died...

As that punch came crashing down, Ling Xiao seemed to instantly settle into the river