Rise! Rise! Rise! Purple Qi Spanned Thirty Thousand Miles, Myriad Auspicious Omens Descended, and the Dao's Rhythm Was Born!

Fist shadows poured down like a waterfall, and fist force surged like a tide.

The power within Saitama continued to rise with the burning of his belief in "Guardianship," with the utterly unrestrained release of every punch!

Rise! Rise! Rise!

There was no end, no limit—only ever more absolute "power" erupting from his fists!

"Hah!"

At last, Saitama let out a sharp shout.

He withdrew his phantom-like barrage of fists, paused slightly, then twisted at the waist and poured all the strength in his body into his right fist.

This punch was slower than every punch before it.

So slow that Huolin Fei and Angel Yan could see the seemingly ordinary muscles in his arm gradually tense, draw back to his waist, gather strength, and then blast forth!

Before this punch, time seemed to lose all meaning.

Upon the edge of this fist, space was completely forgotten.

Everything before this punch appeared incomparably fragile, unable to withstand a single blow.

Where the fist swept through, the remaining portions of the Evil God's body, which had been "gnawed" into a massive hollow, let out a shriek. Then, within that torrent of fist force that seemed capable of "erasing" everything, it completely collapsed into nothingness!

Before their eyes, the indescribable dark Chaos that shrouded and corroded everything, bringing endless despair and madness, vanished.

Saitama's final punch, containing all his power and conviction, had forcibly blasted it completely out of this polluted, collapsing region of the Universe.

Deathly silence descended once more.

No, it was even quieter than before.

Because even the blasphemous whispers that had constantly eroded their sanity along with the Evil God's body had disappeared.

Huolin Fei and Angel Yan even forgot to breathe for a moment.

They stared at the empty region of nothingness ahead, then at the distant