The Saint of the Zither stepped on Chaos and ascended into the heavens, her arms spread wide. With a gentle tap toward the ubiquitous Fist Power, it parted like lotus leaves on water…
Tang Sanzang was equally astounded. The power of his sky-filling Fist Power was no small feat, and yet the opponent had so effortlessly parried it.
Furthermore, with the collapse of the Zither Realm, Tang Sanzang also lost the space to descend and landed atop Chaos, squatting on a black chess piece, sizing up the Saint of the Zither before him.
The Saint of Chess whispered, "Master, the Saint of the Zither can tread on air amidst Chaos, her strength now knows how many times greater than just a moment ago. You must be careful..."
Tang Sanzang nodded slightly.
Previously, the Saint of Chess had explained that, unlike the regular worlds, lifting off in Chaos was akin to an ordinary person lifting off in the world – an extraordinary existence.
