The Destruction power of the God of Battle descended from the sky.
This was no ordinary Destruction. When the God of Battle's hammer struck the God of Law, the very foundation of the entire Heavenly Realm was shaken once again. The hammer did not hit its target; it merely swept across the Void. Yet, wherever the hammer's wind passed, the Eternal Divine Mountain crumbled like sand sculptures, the Void Sea surged with towering waves, and countless ancient god relics suspended in the Void did not even have a chance to be hit before being crushed into the most primordial energy dust under the crushing force of the extremely Berserk battle intent.
The God of Law stood atop the upside-down holy city, looking down upon all of this.
His body was woven from chains of order, each chain shimmering with the silvery-white Radiance of law.
Those chains are not physical objects, but rather "laws" condensed over millions of years by the Northern Spirit Empire, binding together all the heavens and myriad realms—each one an inviolable rule, each one having suppressed rebels of an era.
His face was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow. The torrent of data flowing from his eyes reflected the world below, which was being Destruction, as if he were reading a string of meaningless gibberish.
The Holy Grail of Origin floated in His palm.
This Miracle is constantly changing in form, sometimes as transparent as crystal, sometimes as deep as Black Hole. What flows inside the cup is not liquid, but the "primordial order" that existed before the birth of the universe—an existence that is older than time, more fundamental than space, and more fundamental than cause and effect.
The contents of this cup, if just a single drop is poured out, can keep a galaxy running according to its predetermined laws for billions of years; if it is poured out entirely, it is said that the entire universe can be restarted, rewriting everything according to some higher will.
The Holy Grail of Origin spun rapidly, floating before the God of Law. Its rim tilted, releasing a sea of stars shimmering with tiny black-gold light. Wherever the star sea passed, it smoothed away all Destruction. The God of Battle's all-out hammer blow was thus effortlessly neutralized.
Don't you understand?
"Before the power of Eternity, the resistance of a mere Peak Supreme God is utterly futile; only Eternity annihilation awaits you."
The God of Law spoke, his voice emanating directly from the realm of laws, requiring no air, no medium; each syllable seemed like a decree etched into the heavens and earth:
"The era of the ancient gods has Termination. You Old God, who exist on instinct and fighting spirit, are destined to be replaced by order. A new God of Faith System will replace the old ones and usher in a glorious era of the gods. The Primordial God and the old God of Faith System will all be swept into the dustbin of history. No matter how strong your fighting power is, it is merely brute force from before the chaos was created; no matter how fierce your fighting spirit is, it is merely an untamed wildfire. But what I hold in my hand..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The God of Battle interrupted the God of Law.
He didn't let the God of Law finish speaking; at that moment, he had absolutely no intention of continuing the conversation.
"Come and fight! Kill me, or be defeated by me!"
For the God of Battle, who has fully entered a state of wild battle, battle is battle. It is the exhilarating feeling of every punch landing and every hammer shattering bones, the unbridled joy of dancing wildly on the edge of life and death. Words like "order replacing chaos" or "the Termination the era of the Old God" enter his ears without him even having a moment's interest before rushing out the other ear.
He knew only one thing: an enemy was standing in front of him.
Enemies should be smashed.
After entering his ultimate battle form, the God of Battle unleashed his second hammer strike.
This hammer blow is completely different from the first. The first blow was a probe, the fuse that ignited the flames of war; this blow is the opening act of the main event.
The moment the Hammer of Martial Combat struck, the ruins of the entire Primordial Heaven suddenly froze—not by the power of the God of Law's order, but because the hammer was so domineering that all things in heaven and earth instinctively held their breath.
The trajectory of the hammer was neither an arc nor a straight line, but a "mark" that directly tore through space—it was the God of Battle's ultimate understanding of the way of battle, a "smash" that surpassed all moves and techniques.
This smash pierced right through the Void!
Boom----!!
Centered on the hammer's point, the Void within a radius of billions of miles shattered like a mirror, not just with a few cracks, but completely pulverized, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions. Beyond the Void was not chaos, but an even deeper Void, and beyond that deeper Void was still Void —this hammer blow was so powerful that it shattered layer upon layer of spatial barriers, exposing the "Void Ruins" buried beneath the Primordial Heaven for the first time to the world.
The Void Ruins contain no matter, no energy, only pure "nothingness." It is an absolute void that existed before the birth of the universe; anything that falls into it Western Capital vanish instantly, and even the laws of nature cannot exist within it.
But the God of Battle's hammer even created ripples in the Void Ruins!
The Hammer of Martial Combat grazed the edge of the Void Ruins, its extremely Berserk battle intent pouring into the ruins, causing even the Eternity void to tremble—like a boulder crashing into a still lake. Although the lake should not have any ripples, the boulder was too big, too fierce, and too unreasonable, forcibly creating a ripple even in the void that should not have been disturbed.
The God of Law has finally moved once again.
He raised his left hand, and a ray of orderly light flowed from the Holy Grail of Origin.
The light was extremely faint and soft, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, like the faint light when the first snow falls. But when this light met the hammer wind of the God of Battle, the entire world changed color.
The light of order formed a barrier.
It was not an ordinary defensive barrier, but a "barrier of rules." Its existence was not to block, but to define: within the barrier, all attacks must follow the "laws of permitted attacks." And the God of Battle's Berserk was far more ferocious than any law allowed—according to normal rules, no attack could be so domineering and Lawless and Heaven-Defying.
Therefore, this barrier is defined as follows: this hammer blow is not allowed to exist.
Boom!!!
The Hammer of Martial Combat slammed into the barrier.
In that instant, all the ruins of the Primordial Heaven exploded! Not from the aftershocks, but because the "vibration" itself, as a phenomenon, was imbued with such Berserk energy by this attack that none of the debris could withstand it, and it exploded into the most primitive particles.
Countless ancient god remains, countless fragments of sacred mountains, and countless ruins burned by war for hundreds of millions of years vanished completely at this moment, transforming into an overwhelming energy storm that swept in all directions.
And this is merely the aftermath of the aftermath.
What's truly terrifying is the point where the hammer makes contact with the barrier.
At that point, the most extreme confrontation in the universe is taking place—
On one side is the ultimate "destruction." The God of Battle's fighting spirit, martial prowess, instinct, and will are all condensed in this one hammer blow. That hammer blow is not just about power, but also a microcosm of his entire life's battles: it is the first fist he clenched when he was born, the ecstasy when he killed his first enemy, the exhilaration when he fought countless powerful opponents to the very end, and the loneliness when he stood atop the Primordial Heaven, overlooking all the worlds—all of this is condensed in this one hammer blow.
On one side is the ultimate "order," the power of the Holy Grail of Origin, the most primordial law of the universe. It is not a specific rule, but "the rule itself." It defines what is "permitted" and what is "not permitted"; what is "existence" and what is "non-existence"; what is "possible" and what is "impossible."
The collision of these two extreme forces created a shockwave that caused the entire Chaos Sea to tremble.
Wherever the fluctuations passed, everything crumbled.
Time was the first thing to break down.
The flow of time around the Primordial Heaven was already unstable, and now it was completely chaotic. In some areas, time was accelerated to the extreme, with billions of years passing in an instant; in other areas, time was slowed down Infinity, even light seemed to freeze in mid-air; and in still other areas, time simply disappeared—those beings were completely stripped of the time dimension, having neither past nor future, only an Eternity "present."
Then there's space.
The space of the Primordial Heaven was already fragmented due to the previous battle, and now it has completely collapsed. Space is no longer a continuous dimension, but has become countless fragments, drifting haphazardly in the Chaos Sea.
Some fragments still bear the architectural remains of the ancient god era, while others even seal away the lingering afterimages of battles—moments of combat between the God of Battle and some ancient powerhouse, perfectly preserved by the spatial fragments, Eternity repeating the glory of that strike.
Finally, there's cause and effect.
The law of causality is the deepest law. Under normal circumstances, no force can shake causality. However, the power of this attack was too Berserk, and even causality began to become disordered. Some people observed the aftershocks of this scene countless epochs later: in the depths of the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, some "causes that should not exist" would occasionally appear—for example, the phantom of an ancient god who had long since fallen would suddenly appear in an era that should not have appeared; or a divine weapon that had long been broken would suddenly appear intact in the hands of a Transcendent one day, and then disappear instantly. All of this was the causal crack left by this battle.
The God of Battle gave the God of Law no chance to breathe.
His fighting style has always been like this: once he strikes, it's Endless, relentless onslaught until the enemy falls, or he falls himself. He doesn't need to think, he doesn't need tactics, he doesn't need any complicated plans—his body is faster than his mind, and his fighting spirit is fiercer than his reason.
On the battlefield, he was a relentless Slaughter machine, an ultimate weapon born for battle.
In the blink of an eye, he unleashed another 3,600 blows of the Hammer of Martial Combat.
This was no ordinary attack; it was a desperate counterattack launched with all its might.
Three thousand six hundred hammer blows, each one powerful enough to shatter a starry sea, each one containing the battle insights of a fighting God of Battle over billions of years. But what's even more terrifying is that these three thousand six hundred hammer blows are not isolated—they echo each other, overlap with each other, and before the residual force of the previous blow has dissipated, the next blow has already caught up. Each hammer blow is linked to the next, and their energies are connected, ultimately forming a storm powerful enough to destroy everything.
This is a storm born from pure "fighting spirit".
In the storm, the phantoms of the God of Battle were everywhere. Each phantom was swinging a hammer, laughing wildly, and burning. These phantoms were not illusions, but projections of the God of Battle on different timelines. This strike was so Berserk that it even ripped apart the timelines, causing countless God of Battle from the past, present, and future to appear at the same moment and unleash this earth-shattering hammer blow together.
Where the storm passes, everything is reduced to nothingness.
No—it's not nothingness. Nothingness is "nothing at all," but where the storm of the God of Battle passes, what remains is not nothingness, but "the will to fight."
Every inch of space was filled with the fighting spirit of the God of Battle, and every grain of dust was tainted with his ferocity. It was no longer Void without a master, but the domain of the God of Battle —within his domain, every being must face his will and accept his judgment.
If the fighting style of the God of War of the Astral Realm Dax is calm and composed, with every punch and kick carrying his irresistible fighting spirit, then the fighting style of the Primordial Heaven God of Battle is wild, like a beast unleashed from its cage, with bloodshot eyes and a frenzied, reckless killing spree. This is completely different from his usual calm and silent image. It can be said that he only shows his true self when he is in battle.
Facing the God of Battle's desperate counterattack.
The God of Law has finally gotten serious.
His body began to expand.
The God of Law, who was originally only as tall as an ordinary human, is now rising steadily.
His body continued to expand, and every chain of order that constituted Him extended wildly, expanding in all directions. Those chains pierced through the Void, through chaos, and through layers of spatial barriers, reaching all the way to infinity.
At the other end of each chain lies a civilization conquered by the Northern Spirit Empire.
Some chains connect to a digitized planet, where all life has been transformed into part of the order, living, reproducing, and dying according to predetermined rules; some chains connect to a starry sea shrouded in law, where every star and every planet operates according to the code of the Northern Spirit Empire; some chains even connect to certain long-extinct civilizations—though they have disappeared, the rules they once followed still exist, and they are still firmly bound by these chains.
This is the true power of the God of Law.
He is not fighting alone. Behind him is the "Power of Order," formed by countless civilizations, lives, and worlds that have been subdued by the Northern Spirit Empire over millions of years. Every move He makes is a judgment imposed by these civilizations; every suppression He makes is a law enforced by these worlds.
You are indeed very strong.
The voice of the God of Law came from the infinite heights, like a judgment issued jointly by all the heavens and the myriad realms:
"But your strength is only your own. No matter how fierce your fighting spirit, it can only consume you. As for me—"
He raised his hand, and all the chains vibrated simultaneously:
"I represent order itself—an inviolable and supreme order built by countless civilizations over millions of years!"