In the midst of a great river.
Corn was withstanding the impact of floodwaters that seemed capable of toppling the heavens. His body now stood a thousand zhang tall. Spiritual energy was useless; there was only one path left—the strongest law of heaven and earth: force!
Many seniors in the Military Court had guided him, and seniors from the major sects had come as well, telling him that this path was viable.
Corn had now reached the Great Vehicle Realm. Every month, he had to consume vast quantities of ferocious spirits, yet his body could fully bear it without bursting apart.
His skin was bronze, and Physical Body Phenomena even swirled over its surface. He was exceedingly powerful.
Boom!
Corn emerged from the raging river, his gaze as fierce as ever—more vicious even than the gazes of heaven-and-earth ferocious spirits. One look at the way he walked told anyone that he was a peerless ruthless man.
Wherever he went, countless Military Court cultivators secretly clicked their tongues. They always felt an ancient, primordial aura rushing toward them, wild beyond measure.
Corn muttered to himself in a low voice.
Who was Futian... Why did he want to meet him?
He only knew that this person was a disciple of the Fushi Sect, but he had never met him, not even on the battlefield.
Suddenly.
Corn's expression sharpened. His massive hand instinctively reached toward the air, instantly stirring up rolling gales across heaven and earth. Subconsciously, he wanted to seize that True Spirit Kunpeng with his bare hand.
"Impudent!"
True Spirit Kunpeng's gaze turned razor-sharp. It abruptly soared tens of thousands of li into the sky and thundered down at the earth, "Junior, what are you trying to do?!"
Corn looked up and revealed a simple, honest smile. He hurriedly waved his