The sixty-four colossal fists, like planets colliding, all smashed into Pei Dongliu's body, shattering his divine body, leaving only the willpower of the Fifteenth Realm, which was about to be suppressed.
At this moment, Pei Dongliu mustered all his strength and roared:
"Void Sky Treasure Box, open!"
With this shout, a moment later, a kind of holy radiance that did not belong to this world erupted from the depths of his consciousness, pure and sacred, as if it came from beyond the Six Paths, above the thirty-six layers of heaven.
Strands of Heavenly Dao Qi flowed out from Pei Dongliu's will.
"That is…" Crown Prince Yang Qian and Yang Pan, who had been freed from the torrent of martial arts, both gazed at the celestial qi flowing from Pei Dongliu's will, feeling an instinctive hostility, as if this enmity was rooted deep in their bloodline, the source of their souls, a grudge that could not coexist under the same sky.
"Heavenly Realm…"
