Khaine let out a roar that shook the temple. His massive body leaped into the air, blazing with flames of destruction. Raising his divine sword in both hands, he brought it down on Liu Zhipeng's head with enough force to shatter stars.
Facing the War God's all-out strike, Liu Zhipeng did not even blink.
He merely drew his right hand slowly out of his pocket, then casually reached up to catch the descending divine sword.
Clang-crack!
There was no evenly matched deadlock, no earth-shaking collision.
Liu Zhipeng's seemingly fair, mortal hand caught the blade with perfect precision. Then, with a sharp crack, he snapped the Aeldari artifact in two with his bare hand-a weapon forged from a stellar core that had drunk the blood of countless victims!
Khaine froze. For the first time, bewilderment appeared in his burning eyes.
But Liu Zhipeng gave him no time to think.
The instant he broke the sword, Liu Zhipeng grabbed the red plume on Khaine's helmet with a backhanded snatch. With a savage heave, he swung the arrogant War God out of the air and slammed him into the Pantheon's hard floor!
Boom!
The entire Pantheon shuddered violently, and a huge crater opened in the floor.
"Who are you calling a monkey?"
Liu Zhipeng snorted coldly and planted a foot on Khaine's chest, pinning the War God down just as he tried to struggle to his feet. He raised his fist and drove it mercilessly into the faceplate Khaine took such pride in.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Three punches in succession, each striking home. Every blow carried Golden Judgment's utterly unreasonable correction of causality. Khaine's faceplate shattered, and his divine flames scattered in all directions. The lofty War God actually howled in pain, like a street thug being pinned down and beaten into the