Boom!
A deafening crash rang out.
Hundreds of millions of strands of lightning blotted out the sky, their power overwhelming to the extreme.
A man with disheveled hair, clad in animal skins and covered in knotted muscle, strode forward. The massive axe in his hand flew free and abruptly cleaved toward Daochen.
Pangu's Divine Mark had struck.
"Kill!"
Daochen roared, no longer caring whether he showed his ancestor due respect. His long golden hair whipped wildly through the void as he fought amid the Xuying of the Chaos Demon Gods. After blocking a strike from the Destruction God-Demon head-on with the Heaven Measuring Ruler, he abruptly retreated.
He shaped his hand into an axe, circulating the magical power within him according to the Nine World-Creation Axes he had obtained from Pangu Hall.
Hum!
A low humming sound abruptly rang out.
An illusory axe phantom suddenly appeared at Daochen's fingertips.
Boom!
Heaven and earth shattered. The void tore like a curtain, endless spatial turbulence surged out, and phantom after phantom of the Gods and Devils Xuying broke apart.
An axe beam imbued with boundlessly keen power flew from Daochen's hand. It swelled in the wind, transforming in an instant into a golden divine axe as large as the World-Creation Divine Axe, and met the attack head-on.
It remained overwhelmingly forceful, peerlessly domineering.
"What's that?"
"It looks like Father God's cultivation art?"
"How did Daochen learn it?"
The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at the golden divine axe flying from Daochen's hand, their expressions filled with horror.
Although they did not know where Daochen had obtained Pangu's cultivation art, the aura radiating from the golden divine axe he had condensed from magical power was exactly the same as Pangu's when he struck.
"Just how many trump cards