Clash in the God of Destruction Realm

That light was cold to the bone, so pure it did not resemble any flame of the mortal world.

It was more like a silver bolt of lightning, tearing through the deathly void. It lasted only an instant, like an illusion.

All it left behind were increasingly faint ripples in space.

Before Beerus could react, Qi Heng had appeared behind him like a phantom, less than half a meter from his broad purple back.

His silver-white hair danced without wind, its tips speckled with starlike points of light.

The thin silver halo around him seemed to press the surrounding space into a slight depression.

The fur all over Beerus's body instantly stood on end when it caught that chill.

He did not turn around, nor did he hesitate. His battle instincts had already made his body move before his mind could.

He twisted at the waist, and the ground beneath his feet exploded into spiderweb cracks. His right fist smashed out furiously with his turn!

His fist was wrapped in deep-purple energy of "Destruction." Rather than spreading outward, it was compressed to an extreme, sheathing the tip of his fist like a blade.

Wherever the fist swept, space did not shatter—it was directly "erased" by that power, compressed into a transparent hollow that let out a piercing shriek capable of tearing apart even an ordinary god's eardrums.

That punch was fast enough to pierce through a star in an instant.

Yet it actually missed.

Qi Heng's movements were simple and crisp, carrying an icy elegance.

At the very instant the destructive fist was about to strike his body, he merely shifted aside by an angle too slight for the naked eye to catch.

The fist, carrying annihilating power, nearly grazed his silver shoulder as it swept past, its force cutting away several strands of silver hair.

The Destruction energy that missed did not disperse. It continued forward, silently gouging out a pitch-black hole over a hundred meters wide behind Qi Heng, its edges smooth as a mirror and impossible for space to mend for a long while.

Just as Beerus's old force was spent and his new force had yet to rise, Qi Heng's counterattack arrived.

He raised his right leg. It looked slow, yet it was so fast that even one's thoughts could not keep up.

The trajectory of the movement was unnervingly clear.

As he lifted his leg, the tranquil silver halo around him surged wildly toward it, compressing and solidifying.

The light no longer resembled an aura. It became something sharper, more tangible—like a silver battle-axe forged from liquid moonlight and the cores of stars, its blade flowing with the cold gleam of laws that severed all things.

His leg was that battle-axe, cleaving down through the air.

There was no exaggerated spectacle, only an extremely condensed silver arc blooming along the path of his leg.

Wherever the arc passed, space split apart like fragile silk, leaving behind a fleeting black fissure shimmering with chaotic colors and emitting a teeth-gritting "hiss"—the pained groan of the spatial structure.

That axe-like leg strike was precise and ruthless, chopping straight at Beerus's completely undefended waist!

Too fast!

Beerus's pupils constricted sharply. Experience told him that any complicated evasive maneuver was already too late.

At the critical moment, he could only raise his left arm, condensed with divine power, across his side. Purple light flared brilliantly as he tried to form a defense.

"Bang—!"

For an instant upon impact, time seemed to freeze.

Then, an unimaginable force erupted alongside an incomparably muffled crash! The sound was not like an explosion, but more like the sigh of an ancient star collapsing. It transformed into a visible circular shockwave as silver and purple energy fragments mixed together and swept madly outward from the point of collision!

The indestructible ground of the God of Destruction Realm was savagely scraped by an invisible giant plow. Its surface instantly shattered and churned, a thick layer forcibly stripped away.

Dust and turbulent energy currents surged into the sky, forming an ever-expanding ring of destruction.

"Ugh!"

Beerus let out a muffled groan.

His arm, seemingly slender yet capable of holding up a galaxy, felt a long-forgotten crushing pressure.

Sharp, violent power penetrated the divine protection around his arm and slammed brutally into his body.

His feet could no longer stay rooted in place, and his entire body was dragged backward at high speed by the immense force!

The soles of his boots scraped violently against the shattered ground, throwing up continuous sparks of purple energy and plowing two hundreds-of-meters-long, bottomless black ravines. The rocks along their edges resembled glazed glass rapidly cooled after melting.

Only after sliding back nearly a kilometer did Beerus stomp down hard, collapsing the ground into a massive crater and barely bringing himself to a stop.

He lowered his left arm. His sleeve had already shattered, exposing skin that trembled faintly as a clear numb ache spread up along his arm bones.

He looked down at his arm, then raised his eyes toward Qi Heng in the distance, still shrouded in silver light and wearing an expression terrifyingly calm. The teasing excitement on Beerus's face gradually gave way to pure astonishment.

Today, in his own domain, someone had made him feel "pressure" for the first time through strength and speed alone.

Silence blanketed the ruined battlefield. Only the faint crackling of residual energy remained, along with the distant sound of spatial fissures slowly knitting themselves back together.

A moment later, Beerus slowly straightened.

He lightly flexed his numb left arm, and the soreness was quickly dispelled by divine power.

Then he casually brushed dust that did not exist from his shoulder armor.

An unprecedentedly wild grin spread across his feline face, widening and widening until it turned into hearty laughter.

"Ha ha... not bad!"

His voice was no longer flippant. Instead, it brimmed with joy and fighting spirit, as though he had discovered a priceless treasure. "Very good, Qi Heng!"

The playful interest of examining a toy vanished from those slit pupils, replaced by the pure flame that ignited within a hunter upon encountering prey evenly matched with himself.

Beerus, the God of Destruction, a warrior at the pinnacle of the universe, only revealed such excitement and respect when facing an opponent worthy of his full strength.

The faint purple aura around him began to surge uncontrollably, its color deepening until it gradually became an abyssal dark violet.

Terrifying divine might spread outward from him in waves, crushing space itself until it groaned incessantly.

The shattered stones beneath his feet turned to powder under the pressure.

Beerus lowered his center of gravity slightly, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. The destructive energy dancing at his fingertips had already condensed into something almost tangible.

"The warm-up... ends here."

He licked the corner of his mouth, his smile dangerous yet captivating. "Now, let's begin the true 'destruction.'"

The violet power of annihilation surged once more, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening and erupting with furious flames that could burn all things to ashes.

This time, Beerus held nothing back.

He slowly raised both arms. The purple light at his fingertips shifted from dim to bright, from bright to blazing.

A suffocating pressure exploded outward from him. The air seemed to solidify into a heavy substance, and every breath felt like swallowing shattered glass.

The purple radiance no longer merely coiled around his body. It burst from every pore like a living thing, writhing and converging until it enveloped his entire body in a dense halo nearly liquid in form.

The halo continued to expand and spin, growing brighter and more blinding, like a purple sun breaking free of its restraints and descending upon the world—wherever its light reached, space let out pained wails, and light itself twisted and was swallowed, leaving behind only a pure violet of destruction.

The earth began to tremble.

This was not a slight localized quake. The entire vast and boundless God of Destruction Realm was violently shaking from its very foundations.