Chu Yuan blocked all the escape routes for Xíng Wǔ Tiān Dì.
Within his realm, a majestic imperial body carrying the vast will of the heavens approached, its terrifying aura creating a world, causing Xíng Wǔ Tiān Dì to crumble, kneeling and bowing his head.
In terms of strength, he was inferior to Chu Yuan.
In terms of will, he was utterly crushed.
"He...heavenly..."
Xíng Wǔ Tiān Dì had an impulse to immediately turn and flee.
But he knew well that running now would lead to a faster death. Forcing himself to remain calm, he mustered his courage to fight Chu Yuan, even if it meant shattering the heavens.
"Defying martial destiny, nine deaths and still alive, amidst fate, a glimmer of hope!"
He roared, unleashing his berserk combat power, seeking a glimmer of hope with overwhelming might defying the heavens.
Suddenly, his true martial fist spanned the ages, and under his attack, this world seemed about to be torn apart by him.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
