The clash between the Lord of Glory and the Lord of Order was far away, near the Wheel of Order. Even the gods who had heard their conversation earlier and had been prepared had no time to rush over, so no one could witness the battle firsthand.
But as they exchanged blows, everyone felt wave after wave of palpitations.
This was a confrontation between two supreme powerhouses who wielded the highest level of power in this vast world, who stood closest to the core of the world's origins. Their clash had already shaken the world's roots, affecting the entire world in turn.
Though the effect was not obvious, the shock it brought the gods was unprecedented.
Those gods who had still harbored doubts about the Lord of Glory's strength were finally convinced.
To be honest, when the Lord of Glory had struck down with a palm earlier and Sui Xiong had desperately blocked it, many gods had indeed begun to doubt just how powerful He was—great divine power against powerful divine power; by all rights, a single finger should have been enough for an instant kill. So how had one palm strike not only failed to kill the other party, but been caught firmly, without even managing to smash him into the ground?
Although Sui Xiong's injuries had looked dreadful, there were plenty of sharp-eyed gods among the pantheon. Many could see that his injuries had not touched the most important thing for a god—their "divinity." It was merely this body that had been badly wounded.
For a god, what did an injured body amount to? At worst, he could simply replace it with a new one. It was a little more troublesome than changing clothes, but not troublesome by much.
Sui Xiong had taken the Lord of Glory's palm