Nick Ning burst into laughter, sweeping the Creation Spear in a wave of cosmic laws straight at Chi Yao. "Chi Yao, if you want to fight, then fight! Take this spear from me first—enough with your pointless chatter."
The spear stirred up billions of Dao patterns. The many cultivators trailing behind Chi Yao, ready to advance, shuddered with cold dread the moment Nick Ning unleashed his strike, instinctively pausing in their tracks.
Seeing Nick Ning make his move, Emperor Ye immediately unfurled his own domain, ready to summon the Violet Saber.
In Nick Ning's view, once he acted, Chi Yao would strike back at once. As long as Chi Yao responded, Nick Ning would not hesitate to unleash his Seven Bridges Divine Art, and with Emperor Ye and the Violet Saber supporting him, he refused to believe that Chi Yao, even as a Fourth Step cultivator, could be that formidable.
Chi Yao was infuriated by Nick Ning's boldness, laughing coldly. The only reason he hadn't attacked yet was because he was still pondering whether the Saint Seat would appear. No one cared more about the Saint Seat than Chi Yao—if it appeared, he could control everything. What he hadn't expected was that before the Saint Seat even manifested, Nick Ning would dare to strike first.
A fiery Dao vein was snatched out by Chi Yao, and the black sand swirling around him erupted into a frenzy.
But before the storm of black sand could be unleashed, Chi Yao's figure paused. He casually threw a punch at Nick Ning, then—without hesitation—abandoned the idea of deploying any treasures against Nick Ning and instead lunged toward the center of the Saint Seat Plaza, which had already shifted location.
A tempest of cosmic laws swept forth, and Nick Ning instantly felt utterly disconnected from this vast domain. His own field was torn open by several rifts, and all his Dao and laws seemed bound by Chi Yao's punch. He instinctively retreated dozens of meters before regaining his footing, his Dao rhythm and divine essence still surging violently.
Is Chi Yao really this strong? Nick Ning stared in shock at Chi Yao's retreating figure heading for the heart of the Saint Seat Plaza, doubting whether even he, Joe Di, Emperor Ye, and Zachary Zephyr together could stand against Chi Yao. That punch just now—casual as it was—left him feeling utterly helpless, as if it contained all the killing intent and power of eternity. No matter how he resisted with his Dao domain, it was simply unstoppable.
"Is that guy trying to get himself killed?" Emperor Ye also gazed in confusion at Chi Yao's back, equally shaken by his overwhelming power.