The Golden Storm above his head started compressing in itself, getting denser.
Within a few seconds, the storm had taken the shape of a golden sword that was a thousand feet long and fifty feet wide. Specks of golden light could be seen spinning around on the surface of the sword.
The Heavenly Emperor raised his hand before clenching his fist.
As soon as he brought his clenched fist down, the golden sword also came crashing down towards Zhu Gong.
The sword was filled with the chaotic origin energy of the Heavenly Emperor that looked like it could split the entire world in half if it wanted.
"Not bad at all," Zhu Gong exclaimed. "You've certainly grown stronger."
He also clenched his fist firmly. He went down on one knee before punching the ground.
Boom~
The ground trembled with the impact of his fist, ultimately falling down.
