Divine power was no laughing matter. Even Yang Chen feared it greatly.
He had suffered at the hands of this power in his early years.
However, since he dared to appear here and set his sights on Yu Zhengguang, it was not without preparation.
Lu Changkong was one thing; against him, Yang Chen might only have a thirty to fifty percent chance. But against Yu Zhengguang, he had sufficient confidence.
He had plenty of ways to deal with divine power.
Now, the hundred-zhang fist came chasing from afar with an almost contemptuous bearing, as if the moment it appeared, it could crush any enemy.
This fist of light also inherited light's swiftness. In the blink of an eye, it was about to catch Yang Chen, seize him in its palm, and crush him in an instant.
Yet Yang Chen did not panic in the slightest. Just as the fist of light was about to catch him, the God-Slaying Spear appeared in his hand, and he thrust it out at once.
"I'm counting on you, God-Slaying Spear!" Yang Chen gritted his teeth.
The God-Slaying Spear slashed forth. The instant the spear emerged, it collided directly with the fist of divine power. In that moment, the impact produced an impossible-to-ignore force. That force gradually surged into the sky, making even space tremble violently.
"What!" Yu Zhengguang, whose expression had been calm until then, was suddenly deeply shaken.
Because he could sense that not only had his divine-power fist failed to kill Yang Chen, but it even showed faint signs of being broken apart.
Not faint signs—it really was being broken apart.
His divine-power fist seemed to have reached its limit. With a bang, it shattered into fragments and dispersed. Then, the black line from Yang Chen's spear shot straight toward Yu Zhengguang,