As those eight words fell, the space around Yun Che seemed to become a chaotic universe. Countless phantom stars rose and fell behind him, radiating a terrifying might like the creation of heaven and earth.
As one of his trump-card combat techniques, the Eight Divine Intent Forms had now been driven to their limit. His fist form contained the profound truths of heaven and earth, as though gathering the primordial power of countless ages into this single strike.
The smile on Deng Zhaohuang's face faded slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. Clearly, he had not expected this seemingly insignificant little fellow to unleash such an overbearing divine skill.
No longer as casual as before, he slowly raised both palms. Divine power swirled between them, forming a constantly rotating golden vortex that tugged at the surrounding space until it warped slightly.
"Interesting. This divine skill does have something to it. Unfortunately, before an absolute disparity in strength, all resistance is futile," Deng Zhaohuang said flatly, his voice carrying unhurried confidence.
Before his words had faded, he unleashed footwork that seemed capable of shattering the void beneath his feet, appearing before Yun Che and striking a palm toward his head.
Ding! Congratulations on triggering the Divine Son Aura's evasion attribute.
With a whoosh, Yun Che dodged his opponent's attack without any warning and even appeared behind him.
The corner of Yun Che's mouth lifted. Divine power erupted from his body without restraint as he unleashed "Eternal Primordial Chaos" of the Eight Divine Intent Forms.
A streak of gray light tinged with silver flashed from his fist. Space was annihilated wherever it passed as it hurtled straight toward Deng Zhaohuang's face with a primal, violent aura.
Deng Zhaohuang was inwardly startled, but his reaction was extremely fast.