"Your attacks really are impossible to guard against."
Pan Yue did not dodge.
He stamped his right foot down, his fifty-foot-tall body charging forward like a mountain.
He clenched his right hand into a fist, gathering a mass of dark-gold force law over his knuckles.
That mass of law compressed into a fist-sized golden orb atop his fist.
Dense Dao patterns of strength churned within the orb, each continuously releasing terrifying fluctuations of power.
"Force Breaks All Laws: Mountain Collapse."
He threw a punch, and the golden orb over his knuckles exploded into a dark-gold shock wave.
The shock wave swept outward in every direction with him at its center.
Nine silver threads struck the shock wave.
The silver threads trembled violently, bent, and warped within the shock wave. Five were forcibly shattered into silver-white flecks of light that filled the air.
But the remaining four silver threads pierced through gaps in the shock wave and stabbed into Pan Yue's right shoulder, left ribs, back, and right knee respectively.
The four silver threads sank two inches into his stone skin. Silver-white light burst around the pinholes, staining those areas silver-white.
Pan Yue's body paused for a brief instant.
The moment the four silver threads entered his body, he felt an intensely cold, sinister power seeping through the pinholes into his meridians.
That cold power slithered through his flesh like a swarm of tiny ice snakes.
Wherever it passed, a thin layer of silver-white frost coated the walls of his meridians, abruptly slowing the flow of saintly breath by nearly ten percent.
"Not bad."
Pan Yue lowered his head to glance at the four silver-white pinholes on his body, a glimmer flickering in his dark-gold eyes.
He abruptly brought his hands together and interlaced his fingers, condensing a dark-gold orb more