"You didn't think swordsmanship was my strongest weapon, did you? My fists are plenty effective too."
Lu You shook his hand. That slap had landed squarely, sending Qiong flying tens of thousands of kilometers like a pitch-black, distorted sphere. He shot through hills and undulating terrain before gouging out a deep trench, sending billowing red dust soaring skyward.
At the deepest point of the trench, Qiong dazedly touched his swollen face, looking rather comical.
"A physique like this-could he be following the path of flesh becoming a saint? But that isn't quite right either. There's something strange about this world of his, too. It can suppress our abilities."
He stood up, then took out his silver spear, certain that his top priority now was to escape this world's restraints. Otherwise, he could only be led around by the nose.
As it turned out, none of the powerhouses who reached the fifth tier were fools.
The fundamental reason Lu You could defeat these three fifth-tier powerhouses was the existence of the Sword Ruins Dao Realm.
Within this world, every opponent would be forcibly suppressed. As long as their fundamental nature did not exceed what the system recognized as the gold standard, none of them could escape that suppression.
A super-world formed from three golden traits, along with countless purple and deep purple traits, could easily be thought of as an individual entity.
Anyone who did not surpass it was destined to be held down by it.
As its master, Lu You received an enormous boost from it, enough to let him rival fifth-tier gods.
As the saying went, cheating felt good for a moment; cheating forever felt good forever.
Even geniuses could fight above their tier. If he, both a genius and a cheater, could not do the same, there was