Haotian, Can You Handle This Game?

"Hahahahaha!"

"Excellent! Now this is the sort of method the Heavenly Dao should have!"

Xing Tian did not retreat in the slightest.

He stomped hard, and his tens-of-thousands-of-zhang Ancestral Witch true form shot into the sky like a cannonball, taking the initiative to meet those nine Thunder Dragons.

No magical treasures. No divine abilities.

Only the purest fleshly body, the most primitive violence!

Bang!

Xing Tian plunged headfirst into the swarm of Thunder Dragons. His hands were like iron pincers as they clamped firmly onto one Thunder Dragon's horns.

"Shatter for me!"

Xing Tian roared, the muscles of both arms bulging high as the dark-gold demonic patterns erupted with blinding light.

Rip!

Under the horrified gazes of all living beings in the Primordial World—

That Thunder Dragon, containing world-ending might, was actually torn in half from the middle by Xing Tian with brute force!

Purple lightning slurry scattered across the sky, striking Xing Tian's body and giving off sizzling sounds.

But that lightning, enough to destroy a Quasi-Saint, could not even pierce Xing Tian's skin. It could only leave shallow white marks across the surface of his body.

"Hiss—"

"Monster! This is simply a monster!"

"Tearing apart a world-ending Thunder Dragon with his bare hands? This fleshly strength is probably already no weaker than the Ancestral Witch Di Jiang back then!"

The Primordial Great Powers looked at the savage, blood-soaked scene in the Mystic Light Mirror, and one after another, their scalps went numb and cold sweat poured out.

They finally recalled the fear from back when the Wu Clan ruled the earth.

That unreasonable aesthetic of violence, which relied only on a pair of fists to smash everything apart, was far too shocking!

However—

The Heavenly Dao Will was, after all, the highest existence in the Primordial World.

Although