"Who else wants to stop me?"
"Come at me together."
Meng Chuan challenged all Eight Directions, intent on settling every problem—and everyone who posed one—in a single stroke.
Four Limitless Ones were not enough for him now. Not nearly enough.
Meng Chuan's gaze swept over the other six Limitless Ones and those special beings who could briefly wield Limitless power.
His eyes were as cold as ice that had endured for Eternal Ages, without a trace of warmth.
Some of those Limitless Ones and special beings had been close to him, but to Meng Chuan in this state, they were all merely "strangers."
His memories had not vanished. They told him everything.
But the feelings and warmth tied to them were gone.
As for the Chaos Ones, whether ordinary ones or Near-Limitless ones, Meng Chuan did not spare them so much as a glance.
They were weak. Far too weak.
If any Chaos One faced Meng Chuan now, he could crush them with one hand. They could not withstand a single blow.
Naturally, such power was beneath his notice.
As Great Dao Meng Chuan saw it, these Chaos Ones could not become people who posed a problem.
All they could do was watch.
The outcome was beyond their power to change.
The Demon of the Dao's Opposition and the other three had taken another palm strike from Meng Chuan. They looked even more wretched.
The Buddhist Sect's two Limitless Ones had each lost an arm, one left and one right. Perfectly symmetrical.
Buddha Light surged from their severed shoulders, trying to heal the wounds, but it was useless.
Even if they changed form, a piece of each would still be missing, impossible to restore.
Half the Demon of the Dao's Opposition's body had been blasted away. The remaining half stood