The Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler lashed down, but instead of the sensation of pulverizing rocks, trees, and every living thing into dust, a surge of brute force came from below.
The Evil Emperor's enormous single eye looked down. Somehow, Chen Ping had already grown over a hundred meters tall. All six arms seized his tentacle, and with his waist and hips driving together, he actually hauled the Evil Emperor off balance!
As a super life-form whose cultivation approached eight hundred thousand years, the Evil Emperor's physical body could not compare with monsters like Di Tian and the Demon Whale King. But his physical strength was absolutely no weaker than that of Du Busi, the Body Sect Master, and might even have surpassed it.
Under these circumstances, how could he possibly come off worse against Chen Ping in a contest of pure strength?
Of course he could!
Though the Evil Emperor's body was terrifyingly powerful, one must not forget that he was unlike Du Busi, who, no matter how one put it, had only two arms and had to channel all his strength through them.
His eighty-one tentacles allowed the Evil Emperor to attack without any blind spots, but the maximum strength a single tentacle could unleash was not so terrifying that Chen Ping could not contend with it.
Still, although Chen Ping had gained the upper hand in wrestling with a single tentacle, and had even coordinated his waist and stance to swing the Evil Emperor's entire body up, barely shifting his position a little, that was all he could do.
"Hehehehe!"
Flung several hundred meters by Chen Ping's brute strength, the Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler suddenly burst out laughing.
His eighty-one tentacles kept waving through the air, and the sky warped once more. Powerful spiritual power reverberated through the