Chapter 4453: Shall We Continue?
The perfected stage of the Chaos Realm was its pinnacle second only to the Supres, a solitary elite among billions.
Among these, a handful stood at the very top; within the West Pole, as long as no Supre erged, these few controlled all.
In their own races and forces, they were even more supre never contradicted or defied.
To these lords, Lin Moyu an upstart who’d suddenly rocketed from the chaos divine water was nothing but a curiosity.
They were simply interested in what treasure he might possess to allow him to enter the divine water, not his actual cultivation.
His realm was so beneath notice that, at first, their words still carried a trace of patience.
But when Lin Moyu delayed answering, thinking his own thoughts, they felt disrespected.
Lin Moyu was not inclined to defer to them, either; if they were rude, he’d respond in kind.
His "I don’t know" trampled their pride. At their level, face ant more than treasure they could not abide such a slight.
He smiled coolly, "Seniors, I’ve already answered your question. Now, I need to go please make way."
The irritation in their eyes deepened he was clearly treating them as if they were unworthy of his notice.
As Lin Moyu tried to leave, they blocked him. An invisible barrier sprung up, barring his path.
One sneered, "And if we don’t? Insolent brat where are your elders? If you won’t answer, I’ll gladly teach you proper respect on their behalf."
Lin Moyu glanced at him, "So you’re sure you won’t let go?"
This peak expert outwardly just a middle aged man, but in truth ancient and not human at all, likely transford from so other creature.
He laughed, and space around Lin Moyu warped, freezing solid the invisible barrier turning to a golden cage.
"Why not call your elder "
Before he finished, Lin Moyu slamd a fist into the golden cage; the "unbreakable" prison shattered.
Lin Moyu burst free, stepped forward and, without the slightest flourish, struck with a second punch straight at the peak expert.
"Impertinent!"
The others turned grim. They’d planned only to teach this young brat a lesson, never dreaming Lin Moyu would dare attack.
Traditionally, the gap between Lower Chaos and Perfected was infinite even a casual sigh should obliterate Lin Moyu.
But he attacked, and his power was unfathomable.
The first punch shattered the golden cage; the second unleashed such strength that the West Pole’s void itself was torn open, chaos divine water erupted in a sky high pillar, and half the domain responded to his might.
The targeted Perfected’s expression changed his very soul felt locked in place, the punch utterly unavoidable.
Humiliated by a re junior, his only response was to roar and unleash a palm in defense.
Fist t palm; the palm was instantly smashed, the Perfected’s body hurled thousands of miles away, nearly half exploding to pieces in mid air.
Only the intact soul saved him, and his body swiftly rebuilt.
Deprived of human form, his true shape erged a colossal wolf beast.
He stopped himself after flying thousands of miles, regrowing all the lost flesh and bone. Yet shock and terror filled his gaze the power Lin Moyu had shown, just from his body, surpassed most Perfecteds and rivaled the strongest unique beings.
The other peak experts could only stare in disbelief.
That a Lower Chaos cultivator could blast apart half a Perfected’s body?
This wasn’t rely defiance it was the inversion of all things; an event that just should not be possible.
Yet it had happened, right before their eyes, shaking everything they’d ever believed.
Lin Moyu was quietly satisfied; as he’d guessed, his refined body and soul now matched even the greatest unique beings.
It was no wonder he had provoked the response from the ancient wasteland’s depths.
One tried to soften things, "Tianlang, are you alright?"
But the wolf’s ears heard only mockery; he roared in response, "Brat, I’ll kill you!"
He drew a crescent blade, flickering like the moon, sweeping toward Lin Moyu.
The strike wasn’t just physical it roared with devastating soul power, aiming to destroy Lin Moyu completely.
Lin Moyu only snorted, fearless, and punched head on to et the blade.
Boom!
The blade was sent flying, and Lin Moyu was knocked into the lake but an instant later, he exploded from the water, cleaving the void itself as he charged right back.
The blade spun in a wide arc, ca at him again.
He answered with another punch.
"Ascend!"
With a low shout, his cultivation rose instantly to the Great Completion of Chaos, his force multiplying.
This ti, his punch sent the blade hurtling away, while Lin Moyu himself stood motionless.
All the Perfecteds’ faces darkened.
Suddenly, boundless soul energy ford a cage to keep the wolf from fleeing.
Lin Moyu struck again, this ti with the sole punch technique he knew, learned from the World Force Supre.
A giant lood in the heavens, and a punch crashed down as if to shatter the whole Pure Land.
Tianlang roared, spat out a powerful artifact a giant hamr and donned armor, his figure swelling.
He fought purely by force, eting Lin Moyu head on but was just barely able to keep up by relying on his treasures.
Again and again the blade assailed, but every ti, Lin Moyu batted it away.
Slowly, the spirit of Tianlang’s gear began to fade the blade, armor, hamr, all weakening under the relentless assault.
Little by little, Tianlang fell behind; in terms of pure bodily strength, he could not match Lin Moyu.
If news spread, few would believe that soone of Lower Chaos could out brawl a Perfected expert by strength alone.
The wolf howled, but it was futile; Lin Moyu’s raw power simply overmatched his own.
Brilliant aura exploded suddenly a domain world erged, as dazzling as the sun itself.
At last, Tianlang resorted to his full domain, regaining the upper hand.
Steadying himself, Lin Moyu stared coldly, "Senior, shall we continue?"
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