Divine Body Imprint

Champa's pupils suddenly contracted to needlepoints.

That searing pain, one he had nearly forgotten, drove into the depths of his body like a red-hot branding iron. It exploded beneath his ribs, almost setting half his body ablaze.

This was no ordinary attack.

That elbow strike contained a force condensed like diamond, along with an indescribable vibration that seemed capable of piercing through all defenses.

The pain did not stop at his skin and muscles. It surged straight into his organs, even into the very source of his divine body.

Champa's body had been tempered through countless ages, forged indestructible by destruction energy.

He had thought that nothing could ever easily knock him back again.

Yet under this overwhelming force, he could not control his body at all. He staggered back again and again, his feet slamming into the hard ground and gouging out shattered craters with every step.

A streak of purple-glowing divine blood leaked uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, dripped down his chin, and fell to the ground, corroding a small hole into the rock.

"You...!"

He abruptly raised his head. The usual laziness and anger had vanished from his face, leaving only shock—and even a trace of bewilderment.

He stared fixedly at Qi Heng, but his gaze ultimately fell upon his own ribs.

Beneath his ribs, the indentation left by that elbow strike stood out starkly against his deep-purple skin.

Although the wound had not broken the skin, a ring of strange dark bruising had surfaced at its center, utterly at odds with the healthy skin around it.

Even more terrifying, fine threads of golden energy clung to the edges of the bruise like parasites, slowly writhing and eroding, sending wave after wave of stabbing pain burrowing into his nerves.

To Champa, this was simply absurd.

His body was the physical embodiment of the law of "destruction," a divine body tempered a thousand times over by the power of annihilation.

Ordinarily, even the full-force attacks of cosmic powerhouses could not make him so much as itch.

Yet now, a single elbow strike from Qi Heng had left a mark on him that could not be erased anytime soon.

"Your power... your skill..." Champa's voice was dry, and even his tone trembled faintly.

It was not fear, but more like the shock of having his worldview smashed apart by a single punch.

"You've already... touched the domain of a 'god'?"

Qi Heng stood there, golden aura burning around him, steady as a deep pool. It had lost its initial savagery, becoming restrained and profound instead.

His long crimson hair drifted lightly in the breeze created by the energy. His golden eyes remained locked on Champa, holding neither pride nor mockery, only a profound calm.

The shock on Champa's face gradually faded, replaced by a fiercer, purer battle intent that carried a hint of madness.

"Ha... hahaha! Good! Well said! Hesitation leads to defeat!" Champa suddenly raised an arm and wiped the purple blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His laughter rose from low to shrill, until it shook dust across heaven and earth.

Purple light flared within his pupils. There was not only the power of destruction there, but also the uncontrollable excitement of encountering a powerful opponent.

"Guidance? No! Now it's my turn to verify it myself!"

Champa let out a low roar and crossed his arms before his chest.

This time, he no longer intended to hold back or probe his opponent.

Purple destruction energy erupted madly from every inch of his skin and every pore like a raging torrent! Centered on him, a sphere of purple energy rapidly expanded, its interior flashing with destructive lightning as low thunder and the sound of space being torn apart intertwined.

The space throughout Universe 6's God of Destruction Realm began to tremble faintly. Even the distant projections of stars twisted and dimmed, as if this entire domain were bowing before his full release—a divine authority capable of rebooting the universe.

"Come, Qi Heng!" Champa's voice mingled with the roar of energy, booming like war drums. "Let me see whether your power that surpasses mortals can shake my domain of a 'god'!"

The purple light of destruction and the golden aura around Qi Heng stood in stark opposition upon this ruined battlefield.

Pressed down by two supreme energies, the air let out a pained groan.

Between Champa's palms, purple light gathered madly. It began as mere specks, then rapidly swelled into a pulsating core of light.

The sphere grew increasingly blinding, dyeing even the golden halls of the entire divine realm an eerie purple.

Liquid lightning seemed to churn inside the sphere, crackling without end as even the air wailed.

This was no longer an ordinary energy blast.

Once the God of Destruction's annihilating power had been compressed to its limit, it underwent a complete qualitative transformation—from simple disintegration and erasure into something more ancient, more extreme: nothingness.

It was "nothingness" capable of devouring matter, energy, and even space itself.

Black cracks began to surface across the thirty-meter-wide purple sphere, like fractured porcelain.

But these were no ordinary cracks. They were wounds forcibly torn into space itself. Even the underlying laws of the universe could barely withstand this force and had begun to collapse.

The light around the cracks warped as well, as if being drawn into a bottomless abyss.

The usual greed and irritation vanished from Champa's face, leaving only gravity and solemnity.

Sweat continuously ran down from his forehead, sliding along his cheeks before gathering at his chin and falling as droplets. In the silence, each drop could be heard with a distinct drip.

His arms bore an unimaginable energy load. Muscles bulged one after another, while his bones gave off faint cracking sounds.

He knew full well that this move was also his limit.

But he had to do it.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked onto the small yet upright figure ahead—this strike would measure just how high Qi Heng had climbed, using the full power of all his divine strength.

"Qi Heng!" Champa's voice was like thunder, low yet wrapped in authority as it rolled through the hall. "Watch closely! This is my, Champa the God of Destruction's, all-out attack without holding anything back! If you can withstand even this—only then are you worthy of being called a true 'strong one'!"

Qi Heng stood like a mountain, the golden aura around him flickering quietly.

He raised his head, his molten-gold eyes crossing the raging energy to meet Champa's. There was not a trace of fear in them, only the stillness of a deep pool and a faint, eager blaze.

"Please enlighten me, Lord Champa."

His words were steady, yet they pierced through the roar of energy.

Champa said no more. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Haaah—!!!"

With a furious roar, he poured all his strength into his palms and violently thrust them forward!

The enormous purple sphere that devoured all things did not shoot forth like a beam of light. Instead, carrying the majesty of a king, it slowly pushed forward.

It was not fast, but with every inch it advanced, space warped and undulated like silk kneaded by an invisible giant hand.