Clash of the Ultimate Powers

The golden divine ground beneath his feet had endured for countless ages, but now, it could hold on no longer.

It made almost no sound as it completely crumbled into the finest dust—not fractured, but simply vanished, leaving behind only a broad trench like a bottomless black hole that continued to spread.

The air reeked of pungent ozone. The energy was so dense that it felt as if someone had detonated an entire thunderstorm here.

A shrill screech of space being torn apart rang in his ears, like countless shards of glass shattering at once, making his scalp tingle.

Around the sphere of light, purple lightning snakes and black spatial rifts tangled and writhed wildly. The entire area had been swallowed by an aura of death, like a living death trap.

At a time like this, who cared about technique? Speed blitzes and precise maneuvers could all go to hell.

What mattered now was only the most primal, most savage power—absolute force, absolute authority, the ultimate judgment that crushed everything.

From head to toe, every cell in Qi Heng's body was frantically sounding alarms.

He could feel it—it was no illusion—just how terrifying the destruction hidden within that slowly advancing energy sphere was.

That thing had not come for him alone. It was enough to erase the entire God of Destruction Realm, along with countless spatial structures, from the universe completely.

If he could not stop it, then everything was over.

He drew a breath, deep and steady, as though he were inhaling all the tension and the scent of destruction into his body and compressing them into fuel for focus.

The next second, the golden aura around him erupted!

The power of Super Saiyan 4—that wild, brutal, utterly unreasonable energy—awakened like an ancient dragon, roaring and surging through his body.

His body expanded, muscles bulging as his entire figure became like a war god freshly carved from stone.

His vivid red fur stirred without wind, growing ever more dazzling, as though flames were burning across it.

But the most dazzling thing was still his eyes.

Within his golden pupils, flecks of silvery-white light began to glitter, carrying the sensation of a newborn star.

It was the sign of power breaking through its limits, about to step into a new realm.

Facing the purple sphere of void bearing down on him, Qi Heng planted himself firmly, slowly drawing back his right fist until it rested against his waist.

His five fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Energy gathered and compressed upon his fist like madness.

This was no ordinary energy blast.

He compressed all of his Super Saiyan 4 power, his will, and his understanding of battle into a space no larger than his fist.

Golden light burst from his fist.

At first, it was only a faint gleam. Then it grew brighter and hotter.

In that moment, who could still recognize it as a fist? It was as though he held a miniature star that had just been born.

The radiance was so intense that it even forced back the pressure brought by the purple energy sphere.

A dazzling golden trail stretched out behind him.

Energy fluctuations surged like tides, spreading outward from his fist.

Golden ripples spread in ring after ring, crashing head-on against purple waves of destruction, neither side yielding.

Destruction and creation, nothingness and existence—two forces powerful enough to shake the foundations of the universe met in their fiercest collision within the halls of the God of Destruction Realm.

Qi Heng's knees slowly bent, his whole body like a fully drawn bow. Every inch of muscle was taut and trembling, as though the air itself were about to be torn apart.

He could feel the ground beneath his feet groaning.

This was not fear. It was more like reverence.

Even this divine realm forged by godly power sensed that something beyond all limits was about to erupt in the next instant.

The purple energy sphere, the core of destruction, bore down ever closer with the force to devour all things.

Thirty meters—the air began to shriek.

Twenty meters—space twisted and warped, as though invisible giant hands were crushing it.

Ten meters—even the light bent, leaving only that blinding purple mass in his vision.

It was not merely light, but a tangible oppression that dyed the amber sky deep purple and cast the floating fragments of golden ore in the glow of ghostfire.

The aura of destruction became a viscous liquid, wrapping around space.

Every breath felt like swallowing lava.

Five meters—Qi Heng moved.

It was not an ordinary charge, but the release of everything he had.

He kicked off violently, and the ground beneath him instantly collapsed, exploding into a massive spiderweb crater.

Rubble and dust shot into the sky like a fountain.

But he had already become a blurred golden afterimage, tearing through the air and crashing toward the energy sphere until it was nearly against his nose.

"Super Dragon Fist—!!"

Before the roar had even faded, his fist had already swung.

This punch was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, leaving behind only a blazing golden trail.

That trail was not a straight line, but writhed and roared through the air like a living dragon, instantly transforming into a roaring golden behemoth—a dragon with its jaws thrown wide, whiskers flying, every scale condensed with fist intent—as it lunged straight at the purple energy sphere.

The instant the fist collided with the energy sphere, the world fell into a terrifying silence.

Time seemed to stop.

Then, gold and purple began to tear and gnaw at each other wildly at the point of impact, like two savage beasts fighting for their lives.

Light burst forth like raindrops, each droplet scorching a deep crater into the ground where it fell.

The shockwave rapidly expanded, transparent at first before becoming a sphere interwoven with gold and purple. The ground in its path was peeled away layer by layer. Thick golden rock strata were sliced open by some colossal blade, curling, shattering, and crumbling into dust before being swept away entirely—as if a metallic storm had engulfed heaven and earth.

Then, an earth-shattering boom erupted—"BOOOOOOM!!!"

A mixed pillar of light over a hundred meters wide shot into the sky from the point of collision, as though it were about to punch a hole through the entire Divine Realm.

The pillar flickered madly between gold and purple. At times, golden radiance overwhelmed the purple flames; at others, violet tides swallowed the golden gleam.

Energy fragments streaked like a meteor shower flowing in reverse, illuminating everything within miles as brightly as day.

The surrounding air was ionized into countless lightning serpents that twisted, burst, and hissed. Even space itself seemed to be crying out in pain.

The earth continued to collapse, the sky was torn apart, and the pillar of light still soared upward.

From the center of the collision, cracks spread like a spiderweb. Every one of them was bottomless, with searing light from the earth's core shining through their gaps. The farthest fissures stretched all the way to the horizon, as though they would tear this ancient continent to pieces.

Massive boulders were hurled into the air by an invisible force, only to be ground into dust by the energy storm midair. Golden dust obscured the daylight, leaving heaven and earth filled with dim yellow haze and thunderous roars.

In the distance, even the conical stone pillars that had stood for countless years could no longer hold.

They had witnessed everything, yet now they toppled one after another like fallen building blocks. Rubble rained down, and dust clouds billowed into the sky once more.

Before power that transcended this dimension, these ancient structures were as fragile as sandcastles by the sea. One wave, and nothing remained.

Champa's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared fixedly at the center where light intertwined—gold and purple battling, tearing, and devouring one another within.

Qi Heng's right fist, carrying an almost stubborn force, pushed forward inch by inch.