"In terms of mental power, you are indeed stronger, but what about the Martial Way?" The Dark Emperor's gaze was like a torch, fixed intently on Lin Dong, his voice deep and hoarse, as if it resounded from the Nine Gates of Hell.
Before the words were finished, the martial breath around him suddenly released, like a prehistoric beast that had been asleep for ages suddenly awakening, instantly surging to the terrifying momentum of the Secondary Ancestor Peak.
That momentum, like an invisible mountain, pressed fiercely towards Lin Dong, causing the surrounding seawater to boil and churn.
Immediately, the Dark Emperor slightly stomped his feet, his whole person charging towards Lin Dong like a cannonball shot from a barrel.
During the charge, he unleashed a punch at the peak of the Secondary Ancestor, which he named "World-Ending Divine Fist."
His arm muscles swelled high, and the blue veins bulged and writhed like worms, as if molten lava flowed through each blood vessel.
