And against such power, even though Lu Xun had evolved and combined a superpower capable of foreseeing the future, it was utterly useless.
Because those hundred thousand punches had appeared out of thin air, independent of the timeline.
Frenzied power exploded. In that instant, Lu Xun thought of his great-grandmother, who had passed away long ago...
In his haze, he saw the old lady waving at him.
He had thought that now that his divine art was newly accomplished, none beneath heaven or upon earth could kill him. Who could have imagined that his opponent would simply turn on the cheats?
But on second thought, the old monster he was fighting had likely lived longer than even the tiniest fraction of a fraction of his own years.
To a lifeform like Shijia, time itself had probably long since lost all meaning.
Old Zhao has led me astray...
He could not help thinking so, though he held no real resentment toward Zhao Cheng.
To hear the Way in the morning and die that evening would be enough.
For that brief instant of utter freedom of mind just now, even if he were given a trillion chances to choose again, he would not hesitate to face off against Shijia.
And without Zhao Cheng's help, let alone in this lifetime—even across a thousand hundred lifetimes—he might never have attained that fleeting instant of great freedom.
It was just that such great freedom clearly came at a price.
That old monster Shijia was absurdly fierce.
On the battlefield, Lu Xun exploded—not into dust, but with his entire body directly blasted into particles of light waves, displaying the wave-particle duality of physics.
And even after blasting Lu Xun so thoroughly that not even dregs remained, Shijia did not stop. He froze time another nine times