Ji Jue took a deep breath.

Suddenly, high beneath the bone wheel, Lian Cheng’s vision went black. Before he could even process it, his body was sent flying backward. By the time his lagging senses finally processed the sight of a gigantic hand rapidly approaching him, the words echoing through the air had already reached his ears.

“Go to hell!”

Like spotting a basketball hanging on the rim, Ji Jue leaped and slammed him down with a thunderous dunk, smashing him straight into the ground.

But before Lian Cheng could even bounce back into the air and crash down again, another explosive boom erupted out of nowhere. Like a ghost, Ji Jue appeared right before him again.

Lian Cheng, still helplessly midair, widened his eyes and tried to cover his face, only to realize that under the Ascension’s blessing, time had been slowed down dozens of times. Ji Jue raised his hand and drove forward his elbow before finally unleashing a hammering strike.

Thwack!

Lian Cheng’s eyeballs popped out of their sockets. He folded at the waist and slammed back into the ground, and despite the searing pain, he bounced back up once more.

He could only watch as Ji Jue delivered a high whip kick straight to his chin. The sheer force shattered the invisible defenses formed by his consciousness and...