The longer Daochen fought, the more excited he became.
Though the old man of another race said things that thoroughly annoyed him, he was an excellent whetstone.
Every move contained mysterious subtleties, and his use of the power of laws had reached the very pinnacle.
Several times, Daochen nearly fell into his traps.
Had Daochen not cultivated both spirit and body, bringing both his physical strength and cultivation to the Quasi-Saint realm, he might genuinely have been no match for this old man if he acted rashly.
Still, having such an opponent thrilled Daochen!
"Hum!"
Just as Daochen's fist was about to smash into the old man, the space before him suddenly rippled strangely. His punch felt as though it had struck cotton, leaving his strength nowhere to go.
The sensation was deeply uncomfortable.
Space law? No, there's a trace of time law in it too?
Startled, Daochen hurried to pull back and withdraw his fist.
But at that moment, the old man suddenly gave a chilling smile. His figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was less than half a foot from Daochen.
"Not good!"
Seeing the old man suddenly appear, Daochen felt every hair on his body stand on end. An intense sense of danger surged through him.
At this point, Daochen no longer held anything back. With a thought, the Heaven Measuring Ruler resting in his Dantian Sea of Consciousness instantly appeared in his hand.
He raised it, blocking in front of himself.
Boom!
With an explosive roar, the radiance of the old man's fist struck the Heaven Measuring Ruler. Terrifying power erupted, and the ruler let out a heaven-shaking rumble.
Endless merit clear light spilled down, deftly dissolving the full power of the old man's punch like a spring breeze melting snow.
With the Heaven Measuring