The scene left all the emperors stunned.
"That was rather interesting." Even Jun Tian laughed.
Hua Yunfei sipped his tea, somewhat speechless at the sight. Were these two sick in the head?
The avatar said, "Stop fighting over it. Come at me together. It makes no difference to me."
The Blood Robed Man and the black-robed man, who were in the midst of battle, looked over. Wasn't that statement a little too insulting?
"If you won't make a move, then I will!"
"Three Thousand Great Daos Fist!"
The avatar clenched his fist. The three thousand Great Daos behind him trembled in unison, illuminating time and space from ancient to modern times as endless Grand Dao Laws intertwined.
"What!?"
The emperors' eyes flew wide open in utter shock. Three thousand Great Daos? Was Wu Yun a monster? Cultivating so many Great Daos at once, yet progressing so quickly?
Everyone present was a peerless prodigy and capable of cultivating many Great Daos simultaneously. But a person's energy was limited. The more one cultivated, the slower one's cultivation would progress in the later stages—unless one abandoned some of the Great Daos one had previously learned.
But then what meaning would all that past effort have had?
For Wu Yun to unleash a punch condensed from three thousand Great Daos proved that he had not abandoned a single one. Instead, he had achieved mastery and integration, successfully fusing the powers of countless Great Daos together!
How extraordinary that was could no longer be expressed in words!
Jun Tian watched the Three Thousand Great Daos Fist. He ought to have been the first to experience its power. Though this was only an avatar, he still knew how terrifying that punch was.
At the heart of the storm, the Blood Robed Man and the black-robed man