"At the pinnacle of immortality, I stand above the world! Where I, Yang Ming, stand, there is heaven!"
Yang Ming's unrestrained laughter still echoed above the highest heavens. His battle with the Dragon God's Wraith had already reached a white-hot intensity.
On one side was an endlessly expanding palm that blotted out the sky. Resentment surged within it, its ghostly menace terrifying. Its center seemed to nurture a miniature hell of reincarnation, where countless ghosts and wraiths rose and fell, unable to escape. It possessed immense power of the utmost yin and cold, enough to flatten any city on the Douluo Continent in an instant. A small city like Notting City would not even require the effort of blowing away dust.
On the other side was Yang Ming's Opening Heaven Form, a fusion of Heaven and Earth Manifestation, the Dragon God's Bloodline, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and the Eight Gates Released Formation. Once he threw a punch, it shattered stone and startled the heavens. Waves of air erupted like mountain floods and tsunamis, instantly flattening everything within a hundred miles. Wrapped in shimmering white light, that mighty punch descended like a blazing sun, capable of destroying every obstacle before it!
"Die!"
Yang Ming and the Dragon God's Wraith roared in unison. Veins bulged on both their foreheads as they poured every last drop of divine power into their fist and palm.
They met head-on, neither yielding an inch!
One fist, one palm!
Two mighty forces collided, like the tip of a wheat awn meeting a needle's point.
The next instant, a brilliant light burst outward, piercing the highest heavens. Even the Reflection World, whose area rivaled the Douluo Continent and the Sun-Moon Continent combined, was covered in white light in an instant.
At that moment, heaven and earth lost their color,