Even Hongjun had never encountered Heavenly Retribution, so there was no way a rookie like Qin Fen could know about it. WeChat's functions had always been rather vague. At that moment, Big Chef struck out in fury. Hongjun clearly was not even his friend, and just looking at him was annoying. He might as well block him.
Qin Fen blocked him. Hongjun gritted his teeth and clenched his other hand at empty space. Under normal circumstances, the space behind him would have shattered without a second thought. He instinctively turned and jumped, aiming for exactly that result. His urgent priority now was reaching the Ten Thousand Mountains in the Earthly Immortal Realm.
With a smack, Hongjun felt awful all over. He discovered that he had been frozen in midair. That jump had felt like he had slammed into an invisible wall, leaving his entire body plastered against empty space.
"Fuck your mother, what is this?" Hongjun wanted to die. Why had space not broken? This was a damn frustrating question. Hadn't everything been fine before?
Hongjun had once been an administrator, and with his strength restored, he had long since grasped the laws of the Heavenly Dao and understood his opponent's weak points. Breaking through space had never been a problem for him.
But unfortunately, while his power was sufficient, after Qin Fen blocked him, the Heavenly Dao began paying special attention to him and cast Hongjun a disdainful little look. Heaven and earth would not tolerate him, so naturally, the laws were no longer so easy to control. The Heavenly Dao made a slight adjustment. When Hongjun clenched his hand, nothing happened to space. When he jumped, he could only slam viciously into the barrier.
An invisible bloody aura swirled around him, forming two blood-red words: Heavenly Retribution.
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