The void shattered. Lightning and fire flowed in every direction, and wisps of destruction spread through the air, painting a scene of the apocalypse.
"That Dao resonance, that body... Who are you?"
Having barely escaped the black hole, the Purple Intent Daoist looked at Jiang Chen, who seemed completely unhurt, and felt a surge of helplessness.
There had been no schemes, no tricks—only a head-on fight to the death. Yet whether in Dao Body, divine abilities, treasures, or soul, he fell short of Jiang Chen in every respect. His only advantage lay in his command of Dao resonance.
He had devoted himself to lightning arts and spent many years honing them at the Celestial Phenomenon Middle Stage. His command of lightning Dao resonance was formidable. But Jiang Chen wielded too many kinds of Dao resonance, and their interplay often made one plus one greater than two. That was without even counting his devouring Dao resonance.
It lacked finesse, but its sheer force more than made up for that. In a sense, it had completely overwhelmed his lightning Dao resonance. If Jiang Chen had mastered a corresponding divine ability and learned to use that resonance with greater skill, the Purple Intent Daoist might have lost already.
Even that was not the most frightening part. What truly terrified him was Jiang Chen's impossibly powerful body. In their earlier exchanges, the Purple Intent Daoist had taken his share of blows, but Jiang Chen had not emerged entirely unscathed. Many times, Jiang Chen had chosen to trade injury for injury.
Yet the wounds that would have made most Celestial Phenomenon True Lords frown vanished before long, as though they had never existed.
Hearing this and seeing the Purple Intent Daoist's expression, Jiang Chen let out a long breath. Fighting a veteran of the Celestial