Guo Bingfu thrust both hands upward.
There was no dazzling display of light and sound, no intricate hand seals. His hands were like two stubborn stones weathered over millions of years, yet they carried the weight of parting the clouds to reveal a clear sky, of encompassing the four seas and eight wildernesses.
Sky-Piercing Astral Qi condensed wildly around his arms. Space groaned under the pressure of that thrust, as though those sky-supporting hands had lifted the entire firmament.
He charged straight at the descending Demon Scion, who fell like divine punishment meant to end the world.
In midair, the power of Gods and Devils intertwined around the Demon Scion's Demon Sword. Dark-gold sunlight and ink-black Demon Aura coiled together into a terrifying blade that split yin from yang and descended with the force of destruction.
Palm met sword.
Bzzz—
All sound vanished from heaven and earth.
The collision of energy surpassed the limits of mortal hearing.
Then an indescribable storm of energy erupted from the point where the two met.
This was no ordinary shock wave. It was raw energy crushing against raw energy.
The immovable Sky-Supporting Force and the annihilating power of a single thought of Gods and Devils clashed within a handspan, destroying and exhausting each other tens of thousands of times.
Red, black, gold, and yellow light tore at one another, becoming a visible ripple that swept outward like a circular blade from heaven.
Crack, crack...
The defensive Formation's barrier, capable of withstanding a Grandmaster's full-strength blow, sprouted dense cracks the instant that circular blade touched it.
The barrier shook violently, flickering as it gave a dying wail. It looked ready to shatter at any moment.
At the highest point of the spectator stands, Lu Changsheng's narrowed eyes snapped open.
"Not good." His expression changed sharply.