Fang Chu suddenly let out a long howl, as if his voice pierced a hole in the void, releasing an explosion of bright lights.

“Gate of Fortune, spinning the fortune of heaven and earth, Divine Fortune Fist!”

Fang Chu’s fists, filled with murderous aura, punched toward Huang Xiaolong.

The sea of brilliant light assembled by the Gate of Fortune formed into a mass of energy, flooding out like an indomitable galactic river. It was vast and infinite, violent, powerful, destructive, drowning everything into its belly.

Fist force rumbled, emitting a world destroying might.

Before this horrifying fist force, the sea of godforce surrounding Huang Xiaolong appeared small and vulnerable as if he would be drowned in Fang Chu’s fist force.

At this point, the surrounding metal godforce around Huang Xiaolong burst out with a sharp metallic...