"Not bad."
Saint Pan Wu's projection looked at Xia Ping in appreciation. "You took a punch from me and didn't die, not even get injured. You're the first one in history. I will try my best. Don't die."
Once he finished, he attacked immediately, as if he didn't plan to give Xia Ping a chance to rest. He performed the first move of Panwu Divine Fist: Open!
Boom ~
This punch was earth-shattering. Mountains and rivers turned upside down, and stars moved. It seemed to create a new universe. The chaos collapsed, creating a terrifying swirl. It was like the Big Bang of the universe.
From then on, stars would be born in the universe, and billions of species would be born. This punch contained the power of an exploding black hole. Even molecules would be turned into nothingness.
The power of this punch was boundless. It contained boundless destruction, but at the same time, it also gave birth to boundless vitality. The two powers fused together, like the fusion of Yin and Yang, the fusion of the universe.
"So powerful!"
Xia Ping felt like an ant in the vacuum of the universe. Around him, stars exploded one after another, and the power released was enough to kill him hundreds of times. How could a human be compared to nature?
However, he knew that this was only an illusion because of the shock from the opponent's fist intent. After all, the opponent was only using Golden Core stage power, which couldn't cause such a destructive power.
Stimulated, the Golden Crow Hell bloodline boiled inside his body like an inextinguishable fire. The terrifying Golden Crow Hell fire rose from the depths of his mind, instantly burning these illusions and dispelling the fear.
His heart was beating like a star, instilling boundless flame energy into his limbs and bones. His meridians were filled with endless courage, and he was fearless.
Yin and Yang Monument Breaking Palm!
Xia Ping activated his martial power and locked his hands together, forming a Yin and Yang seal. He slapped in the air, and the Yin and Yang merged into one, forming a giant black and white millstone.
This palm seemed to grab the entire universe. It was going to smash the universe to the ground. Dong! Dong!
Dong! Dong!
In the blink of an eye, the two forces collided. It was as if two universes were colliding. Countless stars shattered, and a terrifying destructive force swept out in all directions.
In merely an instant, the dojo was razed to the ground and transformed into nothingness.
Both Xia Ping and Saint Pan Wu's projection were pushed back for over a hundred miles, their blood boiling inside their bodies.
However, Saint Panwu's projection didn't stop. He rushed up again and launched the second move of the Panwu Divine Fist Art - Epic!
With this punch, the entire world underwent a huge change. A majestic picture scroll was blasted out. This picture scroll was all-encompassing, showing the birth of stars, growth, prosperity, and destruction of stars.
Many historical figures also appeared, whether they were saints, heroes, or emperors. Every single one of them represented the direction of history, displaying a magnificent history that was filled with endless waves.
It faintly exuded an ancient, vast, and chaotic aura. It was as if in this vast epic, all living beings were insignificant and not worth mentioning.
If an ordinary cultivator were to come into contact with this Epic Painting, they would instantly lose their minds and be immersed in the endless Epic Painting. They would be baptized by time and would be unable to extricate themselves.
Xia Ping had the same feeling. This punch was so terrifying that it seemed to drag his soul into the Epic Painting. He had become a legendary figure, and his blood boiled as he fought against his enemies and reached the peak.
However, deep in his head, the World Tree stabilized his soul and mind. No matter how the power of time and epic struck him, it couldn't take away his will.
"Die!"
Xia Ping activated the Chaos Thunder art. Terrifying Thunder power surged out of his body. Every meridian in his body was flowing with thunder power, crackling as if a Thunder God had descended.
Martial Art - Lightning Fist!
He clenched his fists and activated the Thunder God power inside him, charging at the Epic Painting. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts descended, releasing a destructive power, trying to destroy all historical figures. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
It was as if they were being judged. All of the Epic-level characters were guilty, and they were being judged by the Thunder God. Five bolts of lightning would strike them, and the Epic-level scroll would be torn to shreds.
"Not bad."
Saint Panwu's eyes shone brightly, as if he didn't think that Xia Ping could take the second move of his Panwu Divine Fist. But at this moment, his power had almost reached the peak.
He had been preparing for this for such a long time, just to perform the third move of the Panwu Divine Fist - Doomsday!
This punch contained a terrifying power. It could destroy everything, tear apart the world, and make all the stars fall. The entire universe seemed to explode, and doomsday arrived.
Xia Ping could sense how terrifying this punch was. As the universe collapsed, even stars that had existed for billions of years withered, exploded, and turned into nothingness.
Even saints, who were said to be immortal, quickly died.
This part of the universe turned into a deathly stillness. Nothing existed anymore. This was doomsday. Everything turned into nothingness and returned to the world. Even gods fell.
Even Xia Ping sensed the sadness and despair in Saint Panwu's eyes. It seemed that no matter what he did, he couldn't save the universe from its decline and destruction.
Under the influence of such intense emotions, they even had the tendency to hate the world and want to commit suicide.
However, when this emotion reached its peak, the Golden Crow bloodline in his body seemed to be stimulated. An inextinguishable fire burst out of his body, tore apart the dark space, and dispelled all these negative emotions.
"What a terrifying punch, but the collapse of the universe can't kill me."
Xia Ping's eyes shone brightly. Dark-golden spell symbols sparkled in the depths of his pupils, and a Golden Crow of Hell emerged. His bloodline power burned like lava.
Stimulated by Saint Panwu, the Golden Crow cells in his body were awakened at a crazy rate. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand, a hundred thousand … This brought him endless Golden Crow energy.
Golden Crow Claw!
Dong! He turned his hand into a claw and swung out a dark golden claw. The claw was thickly covered in Golden Crow spell symbols and Hell spell symbols, releasing an ancient, chaotic, and holy power.
The enormous claw slammed into the darkness and desolation, like a beam of light tearing through the Dark True Void, bringing with it boundless hope and life force.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! The two powers clashed against each other like stars colliding. The space was shattered, and spheres of energy spread out crazily. Even the ground was shaken to the point that deep holes appeared.
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