"So he really is a native god, using Dao Arts this primitive..."
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the thunderbolts above the sky flared up again.
This time, they did not strike the ghost soldiers of Pan God's Ruins, who were already tangled in battle with the forces of the Heavenly Court and the Immortal Sects.
Every thunderbolt crashed into the seemingly endless Pan God's Mountain.
Amid the thunderous booms, countless peaks collapsed.
The thunderbolts had barely ceased when a stone came falling from the sky, growing larger and larger.
Before it even landed, it had become a mountain hundreds of yards high. It slammed into the middle reaches of Pan God's Mountain.
The hundred-odd Yang Spirit elites besieging the palace there scattered in panic like flies before a swatter.
Just as the mountain was about to crash down, a great hand emerged from within Pan God's Mountain and caught it.
Ying Tiecheng appeared atop the falling mountain. His form had changed completely: he, too, stood hundreds of yards tall. He stamped down hard.
The entire mountain beneath him answered. It swelled again, growing tenfold in an instant until it stood thousands of yards high.
Crack! The great hand below could hold it no longer, and the mountain smashed into Pan God's Mountain.
"Kill!"
At Ying Tiecheng's shout, a torrent poured from the sky. Hundreds upon thousands of Divine Generals, Immortal Officials, and Heavenly Soldiers descended without end, like a waterfall plunging from the nine heavens.
"Ying Tiecheng... It's Heavenly Lord Ying Tiecheng!"
Plenty of True Persons from the Immortal Sects knew Ying Tiecheng, but the spectacle of his arrival left them shaken.
It drove home that Ying Tiecheng was now the lord of Happy Tour Heaven in the Heavenly Court, no longer merely a leader among