He stood there in the void, his bare upper body a mass of knotted muscle. The contours of every muscle were as clearly defined as if carved, like the folds of a mountain range, like the veins of the earth.
Those profound Dao Patterns covering his entire body were now slowly circulating, emitting a faint golden glow.
He raised his right hand.
That hand, as thick as a pillar, caused the void to twist and collapse as he spread his five fingers.
Then—
He clenched his fist.
It was just a simple motion—his five fingers slowly curling inward, forming a fist.
But in the instant he clenched his fist!
"RUMBLE—!!!"
The void for thousands of feet around him utterly shattered!
Countless black cracks, centered on his fist, spread wildly in all directions!
Wherever the cracks passed, all Laws, all Dao Rhyme, all existence, were pulverized by that pure, ultimate physical strength.
That was the Path of Body Refining of the Tyrant Sect!
