Lin Qinghe stopped in his tracks, standing tall amidst the Star River. He held the Origin Sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on Tyrin, his eyes not daring to underestimate. Although he was very confident in his own power, Tyrin, who ruled the Saint Tiya Star Domain, was definitely one of the strongest Destroyers in the Universe.
He, Tyrin, and the Pope were possibly the three strongest individuals in the current Universe.
Neither of them spoke. Tyrin’s Long Spear sliced through the air, and suddenly a series of incredibly dazzling spectacles appeared behind him.
His pupils turned golden, resembling the flow of ti and space. Behind him, cosmic anomalies appeared—an enormous golden ring erged, frantically absorbing Cosmic Source Power. The vast Star River and endless energy flowed in and were sucked into the ring, which grew larger and larger, obscuring the sky and sun. In comparison, Tyrin’s figure seed increasingly small.
Yet, clad in a Golden Battle Suit and wielding the Space-Ti Spear, he looked like a true god.
The outco of this battle would determine the ownership of the title of the strongest individual in the Universe, revealing who the true number one was.
Within the ring, countless Golden Spears materialized. With a re thought from Tyrin, countless golden spears shot out, appearing in abundance in front of Lin Qinghe. In an instant, Lin Qinghe was buried in a sea of spear shadows.
"Boom..."
An extrely violent spiritual power storm erged, centering on Lin Qinghe’s body. Everything seed to pause; the overwhelming spear shadows attacking suddenly slowed, showing a montary dullness.
With a thought, Lin Qinghe let the Origin Sword float before him. In the next instant, a multitude of sword light erupted, countless sharp blades ca together and burst forth, colliding with the spear shadows, resulting in the frenzy of exploding spear shadows that reached him.
Tyrin, with a thought, sent the Space-Ti Spear floating upward, rging into the gigantic ring. Infinite Source Power surged into it, the Space-Ti Spear effusing a terrifying golden Divine Light, as more spear shadows descended upon Lin Qinghe, furiously exploding before him.
"Buzz..."
Tyrin’s golden eyes emitted dazzling Divine Light, and in the next mont, the Space-Ti Spear spanned across the void, slaying instantly.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qinghe struck the Origin Sword with his palm, and a colossal Destruction Giant Sword appeared imdiately.
"Boom."
The Space-Ti Spear instantly descended, smashing onto the Origin Sword. The next mont, Tyrin’s figure suddenly dropped, holding the spear down, forcing Lin Qinghe to retreat as magnificent space Divine Light blossod from him, and the spears behind rained down in insane droves.
Rumble...
A terrifying Spiritual Domain erupted, engulfing the space. Under this terrifying Domain, the power of the countless spears seed weakened, and behind Lin Qinghe, a towering figure like a Heavenly God appeared, standing over the Star River.
An even more violent Destruction Power erupted, the Origin Sword releasing an unparalleled Divine Domain, shattering all spear shadows.
"Boom." A giant sword appeared, stabbing toward the Space-Ti Spear. Imdiately the spear vibrated, and Tyrin, holding the spear, vanished from the spot, appearing in another location.
"Kill..." That giant sword shot forth, pursuing Tyrin. Tyrin’s body beca blurry, and it seed as if many of his figures appeared in space, seemingly omnipresent.
The giant sword sliced through, shattering a section of the ring, and then continued into the depths of space.
And in the position shattered by the strike, Tyrin’s figure reappeared.
The innate space-ti talent of the Saint Tiya Clan made him invincible.
But just then, an extrely violent Spiritual Domain shrouded him, as if an invisible giant hand descended upon him, attempting to lock him with spiritual power.
The hand fell, attacking Tyrin’s spiritual power.
"Tyrin, will you just keep hiding?" A figure erged from nothingness, directly entering Tyrin’s mind.
anwhile, in space, many Destroyers watched, and their hearts surged with intense waves.
This battle had the potential to decide the Universe’s future dominion, the battle of the Universe’s strongest individual.
However, there was one who did not agree with this notion.
The Pope watched the battle seriously, a battle between the two strongest individuals in the Universe, excluding himself.
On the battlefield, the two collided continuously, their figures moving constantly, and the Pope and others followed suit.
In space, the Star River rotated, the storm of destruction raged, and the battle between the two grew increasingly violent.
Lin Qinghe’s attacks were domineering, his spiritual power formidable, while Tyrin’s attacks were sharp, unpredictable, and difficult to grasp.
The space they fought in seed to be collapsing, the storm of destruction covering the vast space.
Another intense collision occurred, and their bodies separated, as if divided by a Star River, with cosmic storms raging between them. They stopped attacking and instead stared at each other, the battle continuing with no winner in sight.
Lin Qinghe stepped forward, each step spanning space, with intense pressure radiating, his Spiritual Domain enveloping his opponent.
"Lin Qinghe."
At that mont, Lin Qinghe heard Tyrin’s voice in his mind, "All along, I’ve only regarded the Emperor of the Empire as my benchmark, never taking you as an opponent. But now, it seems I was wrong. The emperor of the Lin is stronger than I imagined, and you still have a long way to go to reach him. After this battle, you will submit to ."
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