Heading to the God of Destruction Realm

Fused Zamasu instantly felt excruciating pain reach into the depths of his soul.

He threw back his head and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Naturally, Sun Wuxiu refused to let up now that he had the upper hand.

His figure flashed, and he unleashed a rapid barrage of punches straight at Zamasu's battered body.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The dense barrage of fists rained down like a meteor shower.

Every punch that struck Zamasu shattered the part of his body it hit.

Wherever the erasure rule struck, his flesh vanished into nothingness before it could even bleed.

What was more, the immortal body he took such pride in could not restore those missing pieces at all.

By the end of the barrage...

Not a single part of Zamasu's body remained intact.

Only the vague outline of his ravaged remains still resembled a pitiful human figure.

His mouth opened and closed, as though he were murmuring in despair, "Impossible..."

Sun Wuxiu pulled back a short distance.

He hovered in midair and drew a deep breath.

Looking at the god before him, who was barely clinging to life, Sun Wuxiu spoke.

"It's been a long time since I last used this move."

Then...

Sun Wuxiu gathered his vast reserves of ki along with the overwhelming power of the erasure rule.

He concentrated all that energy perfectly into a single point on his right fist.

Golden light illuminated the entire sky.

Sun Wuxiu's gaze sharpened, and he shouted.

"Dragon Fist—explode!"

A dragon's roar shook heaven and earth.

Sun Wuxiu hurled a vicious punch.

An enormous golden dragon burst roaring from his fist.

The Golden Dragon swelled as it surged forward, its body blotting out the sky.

It coiled above the entire expanse of West City's ruins, radiating boundless divine might.

Then...

The dragon turned