"Just! What! I! Wanted!"
Tilting his head back to look at the weapons of literary energy filling the sky, Xiong Kuotian let out several savage laughs. Terrifying blood energy erupted from his body.
The blood energy spread, clinging to his body like a suit of bloodstained armor. His already burly frame grew several meters taller.
Brownish-red hairs formed from gathered blood energy thrust out of his skin like steel needles.
Facing those countless blades of literary energy, any one of which could cleave a mountain, Xiong Kuotian resembled a savage bear capable of destroying heaven and earth. Before the horrified eyes of that Confucian prodigy,
he took the weapons of literary energy head-on with his flesh. With each sweep of his hand, the overbearing essence of the Great Dao of Strength resembled a raging bear that shook the heavens.
Simple punches and kicks easily shattered the void before him.
With a leap, he charged straight at the prodigy's face.
"How can the Great Dao of Strength, something so utterly commonplace, be this powerful?"
The Confucian prodigy had no time to dwell on it. His outstanding Combat Awareness allowed him to swiftly rein in his emotions, and a Blue-Black Brush appeared in his palm as he raised his hand.
White Origin Power unfurled like rice paper. As brush and ink moved, a walled city materialized out of thin air and bore down like a mountain range.
"Hahaha! All flash and no substance!"
"Shatter!"
Xiong Kuotian laughed wildly. Bolstered by his minor accomplishment in the Third Realm of the Great Dao of Strength, his soaring Fist Intent drove a heaven-shattering punch that blasted the walled city to pieces.
He stamped hard against the air. Facing the literary-energy attacks pouring from the Confucian prodigy's furiously moving brush, he tore through and shattered them