How could anyone be this badass?

The battle had lasted a full hour.

Above the Black-Corner Region, the clouds had long since been torn to shreds, and dozens of cracks hung across the void like rents in ragged cloth.

Shen Luo stood bathed in blood, the killing intent around him so dense it had taken tangible form. Even the wind dared not approach.

A phantom dragon head appeared above him, its cold eyes looking down upon all living beings. The Qilin Armor gleamed across his chest, while the Black Tortoise Shell on his back loomed as solid as a mountain. A snake tail over a hundred feet long trailed from his spine; a light sweep shattered a ribbon of Dou Qi.

His palms had become the sharp claws of a white tiger, flashing with cold light and tearing through people like paper. With a beat of the phoenix wings on his back, he vanished from where he stood, leaving only a scorching afterimage as he darted through the crowd as though no one could stand in his way.

Every one of the Nine Forms of the Overlord Body rivaled a high-level earth-rank Dou Technique!

Relying on his nearly invincible physique, he had weathered an immense bombardment of Dou Qi and slaughtered eight Dou Emperors and nineteen Dou Wangs.

Blood stained the sky red-his enemies' blood, and his own. Purple blood dripped through the void, each drop like molten iron, making space hiss beneath its heat.

Pfft!

At last, Shen Luo coughed up a mouthful of blood and sank to one knee in midair.

The combined assault of so many Dou Wangs and Dou Emperors had severely wounded him.

Enough ants could bite an elephant to death. Extraordinary though the heavenly tyrant body was, he was still only a Two-Star Dou Zong. After taking countless Dou Techniques head-on for so long, he could hardly remain unscathed.

"Quick! He's finished! He's coughing up blood!" an Eight-Star Dou Emperor shouted in terror, yet irrepressible delight filled his voice.

"Kill him! Grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes!"

"He's the one who stole our heavenly treasures! Everyone, attack!"

The people of the Black-Corner Region were all desperadoes who had walked through mountains of blades and seas of fire, each brimming with murderous intent.

Seeing Shen Luo wounded, the fear in their eyes instantly turned to greed, and they charged forward like madmen.

They knew full well that if they failed to finish Shen Luo today, he would subject them to endless retaliation in the days to come.

Dou Qi surged around Mo Tianxing and the Elder Yinshan. Forcing Su Qian and the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python back, they appeared behind Shen Luo in an instant.

Two palms, bearing enough power to destroy mountains and shatter stone, slammed toward Shen Luo's back.

"Die, brat!"

Unable to dodge in time, Shen Luo could only take the blows with the Black Tortoise Shell.

Boom!

An explosion like a thunderclap sent a ring of purple ripples bursting through the void.

Shen Luo was hurled backward, tumbling several times through the air before barely steadying himself. Purple blood scattered below him in a ghastly sight.

Mo Tianxing and the Elder Yinshan had keen, ruthless eyes. Shen Luo's astonishing combat power had secretly alarmed them from the moment he unleashed it, and they had been watching for a chance to deliver a decisive blow.

"How dare you!"

Queen Medusa roared in fury. Her snake tail whipped through the void, shattering it, and a Tailed Beast Bomb hurtled straight toward the Eagle Mountain Elder, carrying an aura of destruction.

Shen Luo was her master, and her man. How could she allow her opponent the freedom to launch a sneak attack on him?

Medusa was proud and untamable, exceedingly difficult to conquer. But once she acknowledged someone as her master, she would devote herself to him utterly, never retreating a single step even before mountains of blades and seas of fire.

Seeing Mo Tianxing strike and severely wound Shen Luo, Su Qian also felt anger rise in his heart.

He was an early-stage Four-Star Dou Zong, while Mo Tianxing was at the peak of that rank. Su Qian had already mustered every last ounce of strength just to barely hold him back.

"Save Elder Shen, quickly!" he barked.

The Dou Wang elders of Jia Nan Academy immediately abandoned their formation and flew in front of Shen Luo, shielding him behind them.

"Heh, with just you lot?"

More than a dozen Dou Emperors and over thirty Dou Wangs from the Black-Corner Region charged over at once, giving the twenty-odd Dou Wang elders of Jia Nan Academy no regard whatsoever.

Hu Gan wanted to come to their aid, but the Gold and Silver Elders held him firmly in place. Both sides had suffered considerable injuries.

Elsewhere, Xiao Yan and Han Feng's battle also shook heaven and earth. One wielded deep blue flames, the other bone white flame. The two fires tangled together as though bound by some bitter, mortal hatred.

Both had become blood-mad, and the commotion of their battle was no less tremendous than a fight between Dou Zong experts.

"Teacher, have you ever regretted it all these years?" Han Feng asked, his face twisted as he unleashed Dou Techniques without pause.

"Heh, you master-murdering traitor! Today, I'll cleanse my own ranks!" Xiao Yan shouted coldly.

"Cleanse your ranks? You old bastard! You would rather die than give me the Flame Mantra, yet you handed that cultivation method to him! You deserved to die!"

Boom!

Suddenly, a rumble rang out between heaven and earth.

Several fissures shook open in the surrounding void. Then a figure shrouded in purple slowly rose to his feet.

Every step he took shattered the void and sent terror through those watching. Everyone on the battlefield stopped fighting and turned toward Shen Luo in horror.

The purple figure stood proudly in midair, his vital energy coiling and roaring around him like dragons. Every wisp of his aura sent ripples through space; every breath threw the energy of heaven and earth into turmoil.

The heavenly tyrant body was one of the most supreme physiques in existence. With the flesh reigning supreme and vital energy as its guide, it could shatter the firmament and rend the earth.

"Heh, I really should thank you all for making my physique stronger!" Shen Luo threw back his head and laughed.

Overlord blood roared within him. His wounds healed in an instant, and an even more domineering aura swept across the entire sky. Raising his fist, he punched fiercely toward the crowd.

The punch was plain and unadorned.

Yet beneath it, the void tore like thin paper. An ocean's worth of fist force condensed into a single point and blasted straight toward the crowd.

Their pupils contracted sharply. Countless streams of Dou Qi converged into a massive shield before them.

Boom!

The instant fist and shield met, heaven and earth fell silent.

A pitch-black rift a thousand feet long tore through the void. Dense cracks instantly spread across the enormous shield before it burst into dust with a bang.

The people of the Black-Corner Region all spat blood and were hurled backward.

Where the fist's projection passed, even time seemed to freeze, and space collapsed inch by inch.

The purple figure snorted coldly, and his vital energy surged, transforming into a purple ocean. Shen Luo shook his arms, his fist intent towering to the heavens, and unleashed nine consecutive punches, each in a different direction.

Nine punches, nine thunderous explosions!

Three low-star Dou Emperors and six Dou Wangs instantly burst into blood mist!

The air seemed to congeal. The battlefield fell as silent as cicadas in the cold.

The Black-Corner Region experts who had just been clamoring to kill Shen Luo now felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.

Some had chattering teeth, some had buckling legs, and some even forgot to circulate their Dou Qi.

Shen Luo threw back his head and let out a long howl, his vital energy soaring into the sky as the heavenly tyrant body's origin power erupted in full. His body suddenly expanded to ten thousand feet in height, half again as large as Queen Medusa in her Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python form.

His muscles knotted like mountain ranges, his eyes shone like the sun and moon, and ancient, mysterious runes appeared upon his fists. Standing there, he resembled a war god who had stepped out of antiquity, looking down upon all living beings.

"Heavenly tyrant body-with me here, none can stand against me!"

The ten-thousand-foot giant swung his fists, every punch carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas.

Where the wind from his punches swept, entire swaths of the void collapsed and abyssal cracks split the earth. Before the people of the Black-Corner Region could even scream, his fist intent ground them into ash.

Queen Medusa gazed up at that towering figure, shock and fervor mingling in her slit pupils.

That was her master, her man. Su Qian clenched his fists tightly, his aged face filled with disbelief. The elders of Jia Nan Academy were even more overwhelmed, scarcely able to believe the sight before their eyes.

Apart from Han Feng and Xiao Yan, who continued fighting in the distance while coughing up blood, everyone else had stopped battling.

Every time the ten-thousand-foot giant brought down a fist, another expert was blasted into blood mist!

"How could anyone be this badass?"

Queen Medusa tilted her head back, gazing at the ten-thousand-foot giant with utter infatuation!