The Thunder God phantom's features could not be seen clearly; only his eyes, like thunderstorm vortices as deep as abysses, were visible. He glanced at Ye Chen, flicked his right hand, and sent the Spear of Judgment shooting toward him.
Boom!
Ye Chen did not know how deafening the sound of creation itself had been. He only knew that this spear thrown by the Thunder God phantom was countless times louder than any sound he had heard in his life. It was as if what had been hurled down was not the Spear of Judgment, but an explosive thunderclap condensed from immeasurable lightning within chaos, intent on blasting heaven and earth apart, piercing through the universe, and reducing everything before it to ashes.
Ye Chen had no mind left to consider how terrifying this spear was. The only thought in his mind was to increase his strength, at any cost. Before this Spear of Judgment, if he did not push his strength beyond its limits, he would be blasted until not even his corpse remained, his soul scattered to the winds.
Above his head, the Five Elements Dao Fruit appeared. When he had been a Quasi-Supreme, the supreme secret art, the Five Elements Dao Fruit, could increase Ye Chen's strength more than tenfold. Now that he had become a Supreme, it could at most raise his strength by one or two times, unless he cultivated it to the major completion or even perfection realm. Still, an increase of one or two times was already quite good—better than no increase at all.
At the same time, Ye Chen's Sword Essence circulated ten times faster than before. Blossoms of blood burst across the surface of his body, a sign that his Sword Essence was circulating too quickly. "Not enough!" Ye Chen roared,