Take This!

But he himself was like an ancient pine, roots planted deep in the earth, his entire body utterly motionless.

Not even a speck of dust rose beneath his feet. The impact powerful enough to tear mountains apart seemed to him like nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.

He slowly spread open his hand. A few strands of purple lightning still lingered at his fingertips, flickering once before fading away.

Qi Heng raised his head, his golden eyes calmly fixed on Champa in the distance, whose expression had already changed.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the howling gale and echoed across the deathly silent, shattered earth:

"Is that all you've got, Lord Champa?"

The muscles on Champa's fat face twitched. The contempt and teasing from before had vanished completely, leaving only incredulous shock and the indignation of someone who felt insulted.

That attack just now had not used his full strength, but it had absolutely not been a joke—it was destructive power condensed with the authority of a God of Destruction.

By all rights, it should have been enough to grind stars into dust and return everything to nothingness.

Yet this Saiyan from the lower realm had simply erased the attack in his palm, as casually as crushing a bird's egg.

Behind that offhand gesture lay only one cold, hard fact:

The crimson aura of Super Saiyan 4 had already completely surpassed the level of a God of Destruction's base form.

"You brat..."

Champa forced out the words through gritted teeth. One corner of his thick lips twisted upward, revealing a savage grin mixed with rage and excitement.

The laziness in his tiny eyes was gone, replaced by battle intent fierce enough to burn. "Looks like unless I show you what real power is, you'll never understand just how vast the gap between gods and mortals truly is!"

Before he could finish speaking, the situation changed.

Boom!

Centered on Champa, an indescribable, suffocating pressure erupted like an ancient beast awakening!

The purple destructive energy no longer leaked out in wisps. Instead, like a volcano sealed for countless years suddenly erupting, it burst from every pore of his body and shot into the heavens.

The light was so blinding that it swallowed his round body whole, turning him into a violently burning, ever-expanding purple radiance. Even the space around its edges warped and rippled.

The earth let out a pained groan and shook violently.

Starting beneath Champa's feet, bottomless fissures spread madly outward, covering the entire field of vision like a spiderweb.

The pressure in the air abruptly soared to its limit. In the distance, dark-red stone pillars that had endured countless ages and seemed indestructible instantly filled with cracks under that pressure. Pebbles and dust trickled down as though they would collapse at any moment.

This was what it looked like when a true God of Destruction became serious.

Champa was gluttonous, lazy, and vain, but he was still the God of Destruction of Universe 6, chosen by Grand Zeno and personally trained by Whis—a being who stood at the pinnacle of the twelve universes and wielded destruction itself.

No one who could sit in that position had gotten there by luck.

"Take this!"

Before Champa's roar had even faded, his entire body was swallowed by purple light and vanished in an instant.

It was not an afterimage created by a burst of physical speed—he had truly been "erased" directly from space.

The speed of a God of Destruction had long surpassed the limits of common sense and perception.

Even the fastest light in the universe seemed as slow as a snail at this moment.

Qi Heng's golden pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Almost at the exact instant he registered Champa's disappearance—whoosh!

A blurred purple shadow crossed space and, without warning, appeared solidly on Qi Heng's retina.

Champa's body, wrapped in purple flames, had appeared ghostlike at an extremely close distance behind him—so close that Qi Heng could even feel the burning sting of that destructive energy.

Champa's fist, charged long ago and wrapped in an extremely condensed, heart-palpitating deep purple glow, tore through the air and silently blasted toward the center of Qi Heng's back with power enough to shatter a stellar core!

Space rippled like water in the fist's wake.

"Too slow!"

Champa's mocking laugh and his destructive punch struck almost simultaneously.

Destructive purple light wildly gathered around Champa's right fist, so dense it was nearly liquid. It coiled around his knuckles and wrist, giving off a low, hair-raising hum.

His massive body leaned back slightly, then sprang forward like a fully drawn greatbow suddenly released, so fast that it left only a warped afterimage on the retina.

This punch was no longer a mere physical attack—it carried the very concept of "destruction" from the universe itself. Wherever it passed, space groaned, forcibly compressed and torn apart, while white shockwaves crackling with purple-black lightning burst from the edge of his fist.

At the front of the shockwave, the air compressed to its absolute limit and let out a shriek powerful enough to shatter stars, shooting straight for Qi Heng's unguarded back.

This time, Champa was truly enraged.

Before his fist even arrived, pure destructive intent and pressure had already locked down the space within several hundred meters around Qi Heng like shackles, trying to nail him in place and force him to take that finishing blow.

If it landed head-on, forget the red fur of Super Saiyan 4—even the core of a mature star would instantly be extinguished and collapse beneath the law of "destruction."

But Qi Heng moved.

In the hundred-millionth of a second before the destructive fist touched the edge of his red martial arts uniform, his body twisted sideways with a smoothness and precision that utterly defied physical law.

It was not a broad dodge, but an incomparably refined, microscopic adjustment.

As if he had known all along exactly how the fist would travel.

Champa's star-shattering fist, carrying a scorching aura of destruction, grazed past Qi Heng's golden shoulder.

Its true power erupted completely behind Qi Heng.

BOOM—!!!

The earth let out a tortured howl.

Where the force of the punch struck, there was no ordinary depression. It was as if an invisible giant had viciously pressed the ground deep into the earth's crust.

A massive hemispherical crater over a hundred meters across appeared in an instant. Its walls were smooth as a mirror, like glass that had been melted at high temperatures and then rapidly cooled.

Terrifying shockwaves exploded outward like ripples, peeling up and shredding the distant golden mineral ground—indestructible and infused with special energy—layer by layer as though it were a biscuit.

Countless house-sized chunks of golden rock were hurled into the sky, then pulverized by the chaotic shockwaves into dust, or transformed into countless sharp fragments gleaming with dangerous light, shooting outward with force far surpassing the speed of Universe 3.

Every fragment trailed a blazing tail, like a meteor shower that could end the world, ravaging the distant mountains and wastelands once more, leaving behind countless bottomless holes and scorched marks.

Thick smoke and golden mineral dust mingled with the purple glow of destruction, forming a colossal mushroom cloud that slowly rose and blotted out the sky.

The destructive scene was still spreading, but Qi Heng did not stop moving.

Borrowing the rotational momentum of his twist, his right elbow became wrapped in intense golden flames of energy. The tip of that elbow had even condensed so much energy that it shone with a blazing white point.

Like a reversed meteor, when his body turned to a certain angle, he used the most direct and simplest method to smash fiercely into the right side beneath Champa's ribs, slightly exposed by his punch.

BAM—!!!

The muffled impact was deep and heavy, as if it had exploded directly within one's soul.

It was not as piercing as an energy explosion, yet it contained a purer, more concentrated force of destruction.

The moment the sound fell, a ring of transparent shockwaves burst outward from the point where the two collided, sweeping away even the smoke and dust still suspended in the air.