The earth-shattering collision he had expected never came.
The berserk emerald fist shadow, the instant it touched that pale golden palm of light, was like raging waves crashing against an eternal reef.
The destructive energy capable of tearing apart space was completely absorbed by that seemingly gentle light.
The emerald radiance dimmed at a visible rate.
Yet the palm imprint Mu En had struck out remained utterly unmoved, its glow unchanged.
It even seemed to grow more mellow and restrained after digesting that power.
Effortless, calm as drifting clouds.
Du Busi's all-out strike was actually smoothed away by Mu En with a single casual palm.
High in the sky, only Mu En's eternal-seeming Light Domain remained, along with Du Busi standing frozen in place.
His face could not conceal its shock and profound sense of powerlessness.
The answer Du Busi had demanded had already been given by Mu En in the most direct way possible.
The gulf in their strength was laid bare.
Du Busi stood rigidly where he was, the signature savagery and arrogance on his face now overwhelmed by unprecedented shock and the cold reality before him.
His life-risking ultimate strike had been erased so casually by his opponent?
Humiliation! Frustration! And a flicker of dread that even he refused to acknowledge!
But Du Busi was Du Busi after all—the master of the Body Sect, a peerless powerhouse forged through countless bloody battles.
The extreme emotional blow did not crush him. Instead, it was like a basin of ice water.
It woke him from his last shred of unrealistic fantasy and ignited the deeper ferocity and stubbornness in his bones.
"Hah... hah..."
A beastlike growl emerged from his throat, his expression so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
Bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu En's figure, still shrouded