Eight sharp strands of Sword Intent charged at He Pingsheng, carrying the power of lightning.
He Pingsheng shouted, circulating the Chaos Golden Scripture within him.
His body grew to a height of a hundred thousand zhang in an instant.
Massive as a mountain, he towered in the void!
At that moment, the eight bolts of lightning finally struck him.
He Pingsheng neither resisted nor dodged.
He simply let the full force of the attack blast into his body.
He wanted to test just how powerful Mystic Heaven's attack was.
If this attack could kill him, there was no need to fear, because once he could no longer withstand it, the mass of Demonic Blood within him would activate, triggering the Divine Ability [Severed Arm Survival].
If this attack could not kill him, there was even less to fear. These would merely be flesh wounds!
Rumble...
Eight bolts of lightning wound around He Pingsheng's body.
The silver lightning writhed like silver dragons and serpents, roaming up and down his body and trembling ceaselessly.
At that moment, He Pingsheng felt as though his soul were leaving his body.
Yet that mass of Demonic Blood remained unactivated throughout.
When the lightning's power dissipated, it had merely left eight horrific gashes plainly visible on He Pingsheng's body.
"Roar... cha!" He Pingsheng, now in his golden-body form, roared and thrust his right arm forward.
Countless purple-gold Daoist Law Rune Patterns instantly coiled around his right arm, densely enveloping it like purple flames that had been set alight.
His enormous, hill-sized fist swept through the void, trailing a purple-gold radiance of power like a meteor streaking through the void.
Finally, the punch slammed solidly into that swirling ring.
Then its immense power shattered the ring and continued smashing forward.
Its power was immense, and its destructive