Wild Starfield, before the two armies.
The starry expanse was deathly silent. Clad in coarse hemp robes, Chen Lin stepped out into the void.
Opposite him, Cao Yusheng emerged, hauling his massive body forward with the battered Blood-Red War Drum in hand. The flesh on his face trembled, and his eyes brimmed with impatience.
"Boy, I have no time to play games with you today." Cao Yusheng pressed his palm against the drumhead, gray decay laws gathering beneath it. "The Purple Heaven Palace has ordered an all-out assault. Your time is up."
Chen Lin said nothing. He slowly raised his right hand.
He neither summoned the Xuanhuang Miniature Pagoda nor used the Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. The Nine-Turn Profound Origin Art circulated within him, and his mid-stage Quasi-Saint true dragon qi and blood instantly boiled. Vast stretches of space collapsed beneath his feet, and a visible spatial rift spread outward.
Cao Yusheng's eyelid twitched. He sensed an unusual danger. In a thousand years, this boy had never revealed such pure, violent killing intent.
"You..." Cao Yusheng had barely uttered the word.
Chen Lin vanished.
When he reappeared, he was half an inch from Cao Yusheng's face.
There was no thunderous collision of laws, only a punch of absolute physical force. Chen Lin's right fist slammed down without flourish, carrying enough strength to tear apart myriad worlds.
Cao Yusheng roared and crossed his arms, holding the war drum before him. Decay laws erupted wildly, attempting to neutralize the punch's destructive power.
Thud.
A muffled impact rang out.
Chen Lin punched straight through the Innate Spirit Treasure, the Blood-Red War Drum. His fist drove onward, snapping Cao Yusheng's arms like dry twigs before striking his chest squarely.
The flesh on Cao Yusheng's face froze.
A horrific hole burst open in his back. Golden