A blast of air swept through the Eight Directions, ripples surging like a tide!
Chen Cuo struck the barrier with his fist. Fire scattered, and a thunderous crash rang out in every direction!
The Lord of Self's mind shuddered. His face grew paler still—he had been injured by the shockwave from the collision of fist and barrier!
"Just the shockwave has this much power?"
Shock filled his eyes.
Yet as he hurriedly checked himself, he found no further injury. He looked up at the barrier. Ripples ran across it, and its surface rose and fell slightly, but it remained largely intact. He relaxed a little.
Ding!
As that thought settled, the speck of Golden Light descended and hovered above his head!
Rays of light spread from it, swiftly calming the rifts in the surrounding void and restoring the barrier's stability!
Thinking of the World-Honored One's identity, the Lord of Self could not help but marvel at the depth of his reserves.
My aptitude is no weaker than the World-Honored One's. It's only a matter of time before I stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but for now, I truly fall far short.
Then he saw Chen Cuo withdraw his fist beyond the barrier, his expression grave. A chill entered the Lord of Self's eyes, and he decided to sow discord.
"Chen Fangqing, do you know who intervened just now? He and I have already formed an alliance. No matter what you do, it will all be for nothing..."
He was about to continue when Chen Cuo closed in again and reached out!
This time, he opened his fist and spread his palm. A layer of Gray Mist covered it first, followed by the motley hues of Myriad Manifestation Thought. As the two merged, he slammed his palm against the barrier!