“Hahaha! A child’s play!”0

Li Hentian guffawed and ripped a large chunk of the yin cloud apart effortlessly. Then, he clashed directly against the two faces.0

Boom boom boom…0

For a time, the rumblings and the quakes kept going on as if it would never end.0

It was a true clash of titans. Zongtian was showing off the might of ghosts and gods; celestials and Buddha. Every move they executed was fancy and broke the world around them.2

Li Hentian was the opposite. He was a master who had boiled down every martial art he had learned into its simplest form. Strike, block, gather, smash. Every move he executed was basic to the extreme. And yet somehow, these basic moves were perfect, natural, and flawless like the Way; like nature itself. And just like Mother Nature, their power was immeasurable.0

With just a pair of hands, he could dismantle every art.0

With just a pair of fists, he could suppress an Ancient.0

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