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"Brother! That's my brother!" Feng Ting pointed at the towering giant in Feng Yuan's arms, her little eyes wide open.

"How did he get so big?!"

Feng Yuan looked at Feng Zhi, and from afar, it seemed that even the sun and moon were spinning around him.

The old god looked at the human giant, seemingly expressionless, but the killing intent in his heart had already reached its peak!

Ancient records are not as reliable as seeing is believing; this child truly possesses the highest killing power among humankind!

Moreover, as far as he knew, this human had only cultivated for a few years, yet his talent was so extraordinary.

This made him somewhat worried.

Among the younger generation of their divine race... perhaps only their Emperor's own son can surpass him!

Old Ghost closed his eyes in deep thought, no longer looking around. He had achieved his goal of coming here, and Geng's fate would not change. He needed to think about the road ahead.

……

Geng had no way out; he wanted to show the humans on the other side what the power of the gods was.

His Dharma form gazed at the slightly shorter human giant.

With each breath, the other party unleashed a hurricane of clouds, and with each step they took, the space beneath their feet groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight.

Although his Dharma form is two hundred feet tall, he has a slight advantage in size.

But Geng knew very well that... the Dharma form was ultimately an illusion, and its power could never compare to that of a real physical body. Fortunately... his realm was higher than his, so there was still hope!

"kill!"

With a roar, Geng no longer hesitated! He decided to strike first.

The golden Dharma image moved in sync with him, raising the giant axe of law in its hand, locking onto the giant and cleaving it down with all its might. Space and the void were split open by the axe light, as if the world had been created from chaos.

"Hahaha, well done! Divine beings, unleash your full power and leave your final mark on this world! If you die under the light of my fist, even if you enter the cycle of reincarnation, you can still sing my true name and be granted eternal life!"

Feng Zhi, his fighting spirit soaring, let out a loud laugh that shocked everyone present, causing them to cover their ears. It was a truly thunderous sound.

He clenched his right fist, his blood and qi surging within him, his bones cracking and popping.

A punch was thrown to meet the attack, and the muscles and bones resonated in unison.

The mighty fist clashed with the giant axe of law!

Boom! Thud!

The light of fists and axes covered the entire world! Everyone's vision was dazzled by this divine light.

Thunder roared in the sky, and the blazing tornadoes generated by the clash between the two forces shattered the barrier, making it howl like wolves and ghosts.

A click sounded.

The giant axe of laws was ultimately no match for this unparalleled fist power, and cracks began to appear.

Upon seeing this, Geng quickly withdrew his strength and retreated rapidly.

He pressed his numb arm, his heart trembling with fear. What kind of monster was this?

He was a rare genius among the gods, and he voluntarily sacrificed himself to come and be weighed for the sake of his race. His cultivation was comparable to that of the human race's Purple Mansion!

How could he possibly be at a disadvantage when physically fighting against humans?

"Good strength, let's try again!"

As the sound of wind subsided came, he took a step forward and pounced on Gen.

Geng gritted his teeth and, without time to repair the giant axe, swung it to meet the attack.

A head-to-head exchange!

With a whoosh, in the blink of an eye, the giant axe of laws could no longer withstand the immense force and transformed into countless golden laws that returned to the heavens and earth.

Seeing this, Geng had no choice but to abandon his weapons and engage in a primitive and bloody battle with the towering giant.

Bang! Boom! Huge collisions echoed continuously.

The roars echoed through the heavens and earth, fists and feet clashed incessantly, sparks flew everywhere, and the two had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, already in a frenzy!

Wherever it passed, thunder and fire raged, and the wind howled endlessly. The void kept repeating itself, as if it were about to return to chaos!

A moment later, after a clash of blows, the golden Dharma image was violently retreated, its figure staggering.

"Hoo-ha..."

With blood at the corner of his mouth, he was panting heavily, his shadowy figure dim and lifeless.

The humanoid beast opposite him was too powerful. Every time they clashed, he took a lot of force. Now... he was covered in wounds, exhausted, and almost unable to exert any more strength.

Seeing this, the towering giant had no intention of giving him a moment to breathe. He charged forward and delivered a sweeping side kick, followed by a heavy right punch. With a clang, the golden Dharma image flew backward, spraying divine blood everywhere.

The towering figure relentlessly pursued, continuing the chase. With each step, the earth beneath its feet trembled and cracked.

Before the man could even regain his footing, the giant in the dark gold robe stopped his attack. His powerful left hand gripped Geng's neck, lifting him into the air.

He clenched his right fist, producing a series of cracking sounds as his muscles bulged and light flashed, as if he were gathering his strength to finish him off!

Both on and off the stage, the audience was terrified.

What a brutal physical battle this was! At first, the god could barely hold his own, but later it was a one-sided beating.

The physical body and strength of the gods were already enough to crush human cultivators of the same realm, let alone those of a higher realm. Yet, the human emperor opposite him seemed to be recreating the world with every punch!

Geng was locked in mid-air by a large hand, desperately pounding and kicking Feng Zhi with his arms and legs, but the hand remained unmoved.

Long!

He smashed his head off with his right fist.

The light dissipated, and the Dharma form began to crumble, transforming into a shower of golden rain.

"puff!"

With his Dharma form shattered, Geng's true form flew backward, spitting out a dazzling stream of divine blood in mid-air.

Feng Zhi withdrew his supernatural powers, and the 150-foot-tall giant body slowly shrank back to its normal size.

He landed on the devastated, upside-down earth and looked down at the dying Gen.

"Although he was forcibly promoted, his strength is not bad. I will grant you your last words."

Geng could no longer lift his head. He opened his mouth, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible:

"You are strong, but... my divine princes are even stronger than you! They... will avenge me."

Feng Zhi chuckled, "You're just spouting nonsense. It's a pity you can't see it."

After he finished speaking his last words, a flash of light appeared from his fist, leaving only a large crater of lightning and fire.

Feng Zhi loosened his wrist and walked towards the direction of the Northern Divine Wind. The grand ceremony had already ended after Geng's death.

He was still covered in the blood of the gods, but he didn't care. To the human race, this was a victory.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the sound reverberated throughout the world.

The younger generation shouted wildly for the Holy Son, the old fogies stroked their beards and laughed, and the leaders of the extreme forces exchanged meaningful glances.

Although the human race may have their own agendas, they have always been united in their treatment of their enemies.

The old god slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the retreating figure, paused for a moment, and then stood up.

"Let's go." He only said one word.

Now that they have witnessed the power of the Human Emperor's Body, they should go back and make plans.

He had considered killing that great enemy of the gods on the spot, but he didn't think the old man from the human race would leave no way to save the kid's life.

The chances of success are extremely slim, and it might even cost them their lives—it's not worth it at all...

The spiritual energy is about to recover, and he still has a chance to survive until then. The great enemy is important, but his path to enlightenment is even more important.

Once he breaks through... he can live for another five thousand years!

The middle-aged half-saint's face was ashen, and the veins on his body never stopped bulging, but he dared not retaliate.

He grabbed the old ghost's arm, and the two of them vanished in a flash.

But a voice came down from the sky and echoed throughout the world.

"The Emperor's Physique, what a magnificent Emperor's Physique! I hope that when you meet my clan's imperial son one day, you will be just as spirited and vigorous."

The wind has stopped but the pace hasn't halted; responding to such words would be a waste of breath.