Qian Daoliu poked his head out from the ruins, his eyes full of hope. "That was the God of Destruction himself making a move. Even a god-level powerhouse would be doomed!"
"Is that demon finally going to be finished?"
God Realm Committee.
Watching the mushroom cloud rise in the water mirror, the God of Destruction gave a cold snort, the corner of his mouth curling into a haughty smile. "A mere ant from the lower realm dares to act so arrogantly before me?"
"That strike was enough to annihilate him, body and soul!"
However.
His smile had not lasted three seconds.
A sudden, violent coughing fit came from within the dust cloud.
"Cough, cough, cough—ptooey!"
"That's some damn choking dust!"
What?!
Everyone's eyes bulged once again.
A gust of wind swept through, scattering the dust.
There, in the middle of the great hall reduced to ruins, stood a figure covered in soot, his clothes in tatters. He stood like a stubborn weed that refused to bend.
It was Wang Wu!
The Wall of Earth above his head had already shattered and vanished.
His Dou Qi Armor was riddled with cracks, and a large patch on his chest was scorched, trailing black smoke.
His hair had been fried into an explosion of spikes, his face was covered in soot, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
But that was all!
He wasn't dead!
He hadn't even lost a single arm or leg!
"This—"
"This is impossible!"
In the Divine Realm, the God of Destruction shot to his feet and roared in disbelief. "He actually withstood the Destruction Divine Thunder?!"
"That power was enough to erase a First-Level God!"
Among the ruins.
Wang Wu wiped the soot from his face. He could feel his meridians trembling, but