"Get out of my way!" He Xian hurled a punch at Ning Chuan. Dazzling golden light erupted from his arm, and like the Hand of Heaven, his palm annihilated the phantoms of nine ancient gods and bore down on Ning Chuan.
"You too. In sheer strength, few in the same realm can contend with me." He Xian struck at the Exiled Immortal with his other hand, shattering heaven and rending earth.
"Unbelievable! He's too powerful!" The spectators could not help crying out.
Amid the rain of blood, the lightning, and the great fissures in the void, He Xian stood peerless, untouched by dust or blood, even more transcendent than the Exiled Immortal.
Yet every strike he unleashed was utterly terrifying, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. Surging laws of the Great Dao spread out as his blows crashed down like falling stars.
A casual strike from him pierced the firmament, its divine might beyond imagination.
The spectators turned pale. If such force struck them, how could they withstand it? Even hundreds or thousands of true gods would not be enough. They would all be slain.
There was no doubt whatsoever.
Where had this person come from? He seemed to have appeared out of thin air, with no information about him at all.
"Heavens, I can't take it anymore!"
Below the arena, someone trembled and fell from the air with a thud, collapsing limply to the ground, unable to withstand that pressure.
A battle of this magnitude was more than they could bear even as spectators.
The three exchanged hundreds upon thousands of blows in an instant, like colliding bolts of lightning. Every clash released dazzling divine light, illuminating all the heavens in brilliant splendor.
How many such invincible kings had there been since ancient times?
All possessed heaven-bestowed