"Hmph, Ye Changge, you're nothing special."
The chilling mockery, like a poisoned blade, slashed through the void High Heaven Hall.
The White-Robed War God hovered above the Nine Heavens, his silver-white battle robe fluttering in the gale, every thread flowing with the spiritual light of ancient dragon patterns.
The dragon spear in his hand was forged entirely from the bones of a ten-thousand-year-old dragon. The tip of the spear was wreathed in azure dragon flames, and nine miniature dragon phantoms coiled and roared on the shaft. The pressure emanating from it was like the awakening of a sleeping Primordial beast, causing the sea of clouds below to churn and fine cracks to appear in the space below.
"You turned my Dragon Race race into mortals and stole the fortune of my Dragon Domain; you are doomed to die today!"
The voice of the White-Robed War God contained the Dragon Race's unique might, shaking heaven and earth. Ancient trees on the distant mountain peaks snapped, birds and beasts fled, and even the ghosts hidden deep in the void were shaken to their core by this power.
What's even more chilling is the Power of Time surrounding him, like a slowly turning hourglass, each ray of light carrying a terrifying aura of tracing back to the source.
It seemed capable of reducing everything in the world to its most primordial nothingness; the aura of Destruction spread like a tide, plunging the entire world into a deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere.
"My god, is this the power of the White-Robed War God? It's too strong!"
On the viewing platform of Myriad Races High Heaven Hall, a Fox Race girl clutched her chest, her pretty face pale, and the spiritual power within her body fluctuated violently under this oppressive force.
The Eagle Race youth beside her had a solemn expression, his gaze fixed on the White-Robed War God in the sky, his voice filled with undisguised shock:
"Indeed, who would have thought that the White-Robed War God, who was severely injured by the Sun Palace Master and rumored to have perished long ago, is still alive, and his strength is even more terrifying than at his peak. It seems that Ye Changge is doomed to lose today."
"Despicable Human Race should never have occupied this land. They deserve to die, and it would be best if they were killed on the spot by the White-Robed War God to avenge my Dragon Race!" A young man with prominent dragon horns glared angrily, his body surging with dragon energy, clearly a descendant of the Dragon Race race.
"Yes, Human Race deserve to die! If they hadn't conspired against us back then, how could our Myriad Races have fallen to this state, sealed away in this desolate land, barely clinging to life!" The burly Stone Race man beside him roared in agreement, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glint.
"Don't forget, even the Sun Palace Master who once ruled the world was no match for the White-Robed War God. He shattered the Sun Palace's protective formation with a single spear thrust. Now, this Ye Changge is nothing more than a rising star of the Human Race. What is he anyway?" The Scale Race elder stroked his beard, his tone full of disdain, as if he could already see Ye Changge being torn to pieces.
Just then, a slightly hesitant voice rang out. "But don't forget, Ye Changge is not even thirty years old yet. To have already stepped into the Immortal Realm at such a young age is extremely rare, even in ancient times. It's already terrifying..." The speaker was a young Human Race. Although his voice was soft, it carried clearly through the noisy discussion.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Myriad Races glared angrily, their hostile gazes converging upon the Human Race youth, causing him to feel a chill run down his spine and silence him.
In their view, Myriad Races are the true masters of heaven and earth, while the Human Race is nothing more than a clown who steals fortune and should be trampled underfoot forever, never to rise again.
Facing the overwhelming ridicule and hostility, Ye Changge stood in the void, his Black Robe fluttering, his expression as calm as a still well.
He didn't say anything more, nor did he even glance at the noisy disciples of the Myriad Races. He simply raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers slightly clenched, and a mysterious yet powerful force began to gather in his fist.
" The Indestructible Fist."
The deep voice boomed like thunder. Ye Changge Ying Yi, without any fancy techniques, his fist striking the White-Robed War God with unremarkable force.
However, within this seemingly slow movement, Indestructible power that devours all things evolved from the fist. A black energy vortex formed at the tip of the fist, seemingly capable of swallowing all the light in the world. Even the Power of Time became stagnant in the face of this force.
" Ye Changge, is that all? You dare to be so insolent in front of me with such little skill?"
The White-Robed War God looked at the seemingly weak fist, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In his view, this punch couldn't even break through the dragon's might surrounding him; it was simply humiliating.
With a flick of his dragon spear, nine phantom dragons roared forth, carrying Heavenly Destruction power, to meet Ye Changge's fist head-on, intending to pierce through this arrogant Human Race youth on the spot.
However, before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!
That seemingly ordinary fist suddenly unleashed terrifying power the moment it touched the dragon spear's oppressive aura.