Chen Changqing's voice was soft, yet it was like an invisible slap that struck Chu Xiong viciously across the face—and struck the hearts of every spectator, especially the members of the Dragon Clan.
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
That was an Immortal Emperor's inheritance, an supreme divine art coveted in the dreams of countless cultivators, yet in his mouth, it had become something not worth mentioning!
"You're courting death!"
Chu Xiong was utterly enraged, his reason swallowed by an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
He said no more. Golden flames erupted explosively from within him, and his entire body seemed to transform into a blazing sun, so dazzling that even the spectators outside could barely keep their eyes open.
"Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist, Heaven-Collapsing Style!"
Chu Xiong roared and threw a punch.
In an instant, the skies of the Ancient Battlefield Small World darkened, as though a vault of heaven had truly been stirred by his fist and was crashing down upon Chen Changqing's head!
That domineering, tyrannical fist intent, that aura of ruling the world, made countless Dragon Clan warriors beyond the water mirror boil with excitement, as if they were witnessing the Heavenly Emperor of ancient myths inspecting his territory and suppressing all who refused to submit!
On the high platform, Clan Chief Long Gan's expression had turned grave to the extreme.
The power of this punch had already come infinitely close to a true True Lord's strike!
Yet Chen Changqing's response to this punch, which seemed capable of crushing through the ages, was so calm that it made hearts tremble.
He raised his right hand as well and clenched it into a fist.
There was no earth-shaking momentum, no pressure sweeping in all directions.
Strands of golden radiance gathered over his fist, yet within that gold lay an indescribable Dao