The Final Battle

Chu Hang's gaze was as calm as the deep sea. The Dark Trident in his hand, pitch-black from end to end and engraved with ancient runes, was aimed at Thanos in the distance. No energy shimmered along the trident's three blades, yet they seemed capable of invoking the Devouring Law and swallowing all light.

Thanos gripped his double-edged sword tightly. The nearly black purple skin of his massive body gave off an ominous glimmer. This was the ultimate manifestation of his Eternal Titan bloodline—the supreme authority derived from the Law of the Body: immortality.

"Your realm... has already reached perfection." Thanos's voice rumbled like thunder, every word carrying the weight to shake a planet. He could clearly sense that the man before him had surpassed the mere Skyfather-level and reached a domain he could not fully comprehend.

"Five years ago, we could still have fought. But now," Chu Hang said softly, though his voice reached everyone present with perfect clarity, "you are not even qualified to injure me."

Before his words had faded, Thanos moved. He was not enraged by the taunt; instead, he charged with the purest of battle instincts. The ground beneath his feet turned to dust the instant he pushed off. His huge body carried unmatched momentum as his double-edged sword cleaved through the sky, its blade wreathed in the power of immortality as it slashed toward Chu Hang.

That strike was enough to split a small planet apart.

Yet Chu Hang did not even use the Dark Trident. He merely extended his left hand and spread his fingers.

In an instant, the world around Thanos changed. Space folded into sharp paper cranes at Chu Hang's fingertips, silently slicing through Thanos's armor and flesh. Time became thick amber, slowing his swing by hundreds and thousands of times.