Lu Chen had slapped Duan Zhengde into a bloody mist?
Who would have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?
Ming Xi and Feng Liuli, the two empresses, were stunned.
That was Duan Zhengde, the ruler of the Heavenly Realm for countless ages.
When he had ruled over an entire era of the Heavenly Realm, they had still been playing in the mud somewhere.
And Duan Zhengde was a Heavenly Venerable, a supreme being of the Heavenly Realm.
"Don't tell me Lu Chen killed that damned fatty with one slap!"
Ming Xi stared at the cloud of blood mist spreading through the air.
Lu Chen's blood and vital energy surged. The outline of an enormous figure flickered around him.
The void around him shook violently.
With every breath he took, countless cracks split open in the surrounding void.
He had grown so powerful that this world could no longer contain him.
What was more, the terrifying aura emanating from him, an aura that towered above heaven and earth, made even Ming Xi's and Feng Liuli's souls tremble.
"A Saint... a Saint above the Ultimate Dao Emperor Realm, just like in the legends?"
Feng Liuli gazed at Lu Chen in horror and murmured.
Lu Chen had only just become a Saint, and his realm had yet to stabilize.
All beings had helped him attain sainthood, leaving his foundation somewhat unsteady.
He had slapped Duan Zhengde into a bloody mist.
He was just beginning to breathe a sigh of relief.
"How dare you..."
Just then, a wave of divine thought emerged from the blood mist.
The next instant, the mist contracted and gathered, and a figure appeared between heaven and earth.
"You actually became a Saint?"
Duan Zhengde stared coldly at Lu Chen.
"So one slap really isn't