"Is this a fist?"
"How could this possibly be a fist?"
Luo Siyuan stared, dumbfounded, at the extended Red River above the Vault of Heaven, feeling that domineering elegance pressing down on the world.
A year ago, he had seen his teacher make a move, believing that to be peerless in the Human World, with no Transcender surpassing it.
But the fist today, compared to past days, was more than ten times stronger.
It clearly was a strike that should have shattered the mountain summit and the earth below. Yet in the eyes of the two, there was a terrifying illusion of the heavens overturning, the starry sky reversing, the Emperor striking across the expanse above the nine skies.
"Human? God?"
In an instant, the target of this attack—the Water puddle—
had already transformed into a figure entirely of sky-blue, a Water person.
