Longing for a Battle
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ou Yangming had longed for a battle.
His strength had increased too quickly, and he needed a satisfying battle to vent it out.
In this universe, only a few people like the Divine Mountain's great ancestor were qualified to fight him.
"Good fella," the Divine Mountain's great ancestor shouted coldly, "Today, I'll show you the difference between an ordinary Heavenly Rank and a Dictator."
With a single step, he traversed tens of thousands of kilometers. He stretched out a palm and struck out.
What kind of palm was this?
It was pale and thin, and its bones protruded high into the air. It was a hand like this that possessed supreme power. It began to expand the moment it appeared. In an instant, it blotted out the sky as though it had covered the sky, leaving no place for anyone to escape.
"The great ancestor of the Divine Mountain Nation has made his move." The spectators in the distance felt their breathing become tense.