"Dare to obstruct me? Ten Directions Demon Lord, you have quite the audacity!"
Emperor Fusheng bellowed, the Strength in his palm growing ever stronger, as the Space above the Ten Directions Demon Realm seemed to be flattened into two dimensions.
In the refracted Space, one could vaguely see a middle-aged man with a stern brow playing chess with another handsome middle-aged man by the pond. His figure hadn't even moved; the palm imprint before them was merely from his casual exertion of Strength earlier.
"So powerful..."
The Demon Lord's face turned green.
He had long known Emperor Fusheng was strong, but hadn't expected this strength, that the man, miles away in the royal palace, could casually issue a palm strike that not only broke through the constraints of Space, but even his full effort combined with the Ten Directions Grinding Seal couldn't withstand.
