As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Mu erupted with dazzling golden light that almost engulfed Idiveer.
At that moment, Idiveer cried out in terror, "No! That's impossible!"
This was probably the first time in his life he had felt such terror-or at least the first time in decades. He simply could not believe anyone could reach this level. Even the current Tribal King was only at the Return to Origin realm. In the past, his cultivation speed had been nothing short of superhuman, yet even he could not compare to the youngster before him.
The same was true of Marlenna, the mistress of the Holy Temple, and the King of Qin, the strongest ruler in the Seven Kingdoms.
And now, that impossibility was unfolding right before his eyes, and its effects were beginning to show.
His armor writhed. Each black plate rose and fell like a living scale on a snake, slowly contracting inward. Within a few breaths, his skin felt an immense pressure, one that threatened to suffocate him.
"Damn it!" he cursed. Brown light enveloped him, and an enormous surge of energy poured from his body, forcing back the contracting armor.
With a bang, all the armor on Idiveer's body broke apart, scattering into countless black fragments. Some lodged at an angle in tree trunks, while others sank into the soil, disappearing from sight. Left in nothing but his underclothes, he looked a size smaller.
"Die!" he roared, curling his fingers into claws and sweeping upward from the ground.
Whoosh! Three-meter stone pillars burst from the earth like spring shoots, surging toward Zeng Mu one after another.
Zeng Mu pushed off with his toes, dodging the sharp pillar tips while keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent. With his palm facing down, he turned his wrist and