The moment he finished speaking, he moved.
His figure appeared before Slaanesh in an instant.
Golden Judgment, activate!
Temporal Wraith, activate!
He ignored the domain surrounding Slaanesh, powerful enough to warp causality and freeze time, and drove his fist, blazing with the golden-red flames of countless people's hopes, straight into Slaanesh's face.
Slaanesh was ready.
A flicker of offended rage crossed the god's face, and a perfect palm reached out to meet Liu Zhipeng's fist.
Fist and palm collided with a thunderous crash.
Centered on the point of contact, all spacetime and all concepts were erased in an instant. An enormous, hollow sphere of "absolute blankness" appeared out of nowhere and continued to expand at terrifying speed.
In his direct clash with the god's true form, Liu Zhipeng's body began to disintegrate inch by inch. The instant his right arm touched Slaanesh's palm, it vanished into nothingness.
Yet there was no pain on his face.
Only an unflinching resolve to press forward.
With the last of his strength, he branded the power of the "Emperor's fire" and "Khaine's Wrath" deeper and harder into the very source of Slaanesh's soul!
"Aaaah-!!!"
For the first time, Slaanesh let out a genuine scream of pain and terror.
The god withdrew that palm. A horrific, unhealable wound blazing with golden fire had appeared on the flawless hand!
Like maggots clinging to bone, those flames were burning through the source of Slaanesh's divinity with savage intensity!
Just then.
Something changed abruptly.
At the instant Slaanesh screamed, wounded at the source, and control over the domain loosened ever so slightly.
Three other wills, equally terrifying and equally mighty, tore through the dimensional barriers of the Palace of Slaanesh and descended without hesitation!
To the east, a Brass Throne built from endless skulls emerged. Khorne's will, filled