Purple-gold Soul Power surged forth like raging waves. Shen Lian became a streak of light and charged straight at the God King's phantom shrouded in a dark-gold halo.
His right arm underwent Dragon Transformation. The Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon's claws tore through the air with a shrill screech as they viciously clawed at the phantom's head—this was the strongest strike he could unleash after merging his spiritual power with his Soul Power.
Yet, faced with this earth-shattering attack, the God King of Destruction's phantom merely tilted his head slightly.
Ripples spread across the dark-gold armor. The seemingly casual movement precisely avoided the claws' edge.
Then, the phantom raised his right hand and extended a finger.
There was no deafening explosion, only a thread of purple-gold divine power as thin as a hair, winding around Shen Lian's dragon claw like a living creature.
"Crack—"
The crisp sound of bones shattering was unmistakable. Shen Lian felt an irresistible force rush up his arm, as though his entire arm were about to be crushed and reforged.
Shen Lian grunted, flying backward like a kite with its string cut. He slammed heavily into the cultivation room's obsidian wall, kicking up a sky full of dust.
"Your power is sufficient, but your use of Destruction Power is far too crude."
The phantom's voice rang out through the dust, carrying unquestionable authority. Then he called to Shen Lian:
"Watch carefully. Destruction Power is not brute force; it is control over 'disintegration.'"
The phantom raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward the floating rubble.
The stones did not scatter in every direction. Instead, wrapped in purple-gold divine power, they turned into visible particles and slowly vanished into the air.
Shen Lian struggled to his feet. The Dragon Transformation on his right arm had already dissipated,