"What?!" When Kongchunyuan and the other Void Clan cultivators saw this, their eyes widened like bronze bells in disbelief.
The Son of the Void was incomparably powerful, an almost invincible existence in their minds, yet Chu Kuangren had sent him flying with a single slap.
It all felt absurd to them.
"How did he become this powerful..."
Kongchunyuan swallowed, deep fear showing in his eyes.
Back then, he had fought Chu Kuangren in the Humanistic Ancestral Land. Although Chu Kuangren had been powerful then, he had not driven him to despair.
But now, the other man had become the first Monarch of this era, and his abilities and strength were no longer on the same level as Kongchunyuan's.
Even the Son of the Void, whom he revered, was insignificant before him.
"Chu Kuangren!"
"Die!"
The Son of the Void's face was utterly grim as he attacked Chu Kuangren again. This time, a suit of silver-white Battle Armor appeared on his body.
It was a Hongmeng Supreme Treasure.
Ever since Chu Kuangren had effortlessly defeated him in the Void Prison, he had tried every possible way to improve himself. If his cultivation was insufficient, he would rely on external aids.
He had painstakingly selected this Battle Armor from the Void Clan's countless treasures. Even a Monarch could not easily break through its defenses.
"Void-Shattering Spirit Palm!"
The Son of the Void raised his hand.
Streams of law power converged in the air, forming a gigantic silver-white palm imprint. As it blasted forth, it directly warped the surrounding space.
Meanwhile, Zhuyang, who had been sent flying, let out a long roar. A surging aura erupted from his body as Torch Dragon Fire blazed fiercely.
"Torch Dragon Art, Sunlight God-Slaying!"
Torch Dragon Fire soared into the air and gathered into a vast sun,