Chapter 422: The Heaven and Earth Collapse, the Ancient Tomb Shakes

Behind Lin Che, the wise shadow of Tu Si also trembled, his left arm directly bursting open, fragments sweeping across his entire body!

The phantom retreated three steps, its body instantly covered in fine cracks, and in an instant, it shattered into pieces, completely exploding!

When the two illusory Ancient Gods dissipated, the resulting shock was earth-shattering; the palace's void was directly torn open by a huge crack, and the crunching sound of shattering sped out from between the two Ancient God phantoms, forming a deep chasm connecting heaven and earth!

Amidst the rumbling roar, the Battle of Destiny continued.

Tuosen and Lin Che's fists met, and Tuosen's eyes suddenly burst forth with a brilliant light; between their fist-edges, countless ripples, twisting like a water surface, appeared!

Each ripple contained a world-destroying impact, rumbling and churning as they tore at each other!

Although both of their punches were a demonstration of power, their methods were completely different!

When Tuosen's fist descended, he had already thrown a hundred punches in a flash.

It seemed like only one punch, but in reality, he had accelerated a hundred punches to the extreme, merging them into one at the moment of impact!

This was Tuosen's Way of Power.

Breaking the Heavens with Power!

If one punch couldn't shatter it, then a hundred punches would be superimposed, ten thousand forces unified, ignoring any technique!

Even if the opponent had overwhelming power to resist, they would be utterly crushed under this layered power, like surging waves!

Lin Che's punch, on the other hand, utilized the myriad energies of the Great Dao he had comprehended from the Reincarnation Mirror left by the Dao Ancestor; he integrated the rebound force into his fist, borrowing the power of the rebound to unleash an even stronger attack!

Simply put, Lin Che's punch used Tuosen as a medium for borrowing power; he threw a punch, and at the moment of contact with the opponent's fist, an extremely strong rebound was generated, and he cleverly borrowed this rebound force, transforming it into his own attack!

Therefore, the power of this punch not only contained his own Ancient God power but also integrated the power borrowed from Tuosen!

However, compared to Tuosen's power, which unified a hundred punches into one, Lin Che's punch contained far more than just two types of power!

In addition to his own power and the borrowed power from Tuosen, there was a most crucial power, and it was this power that allowed Lin Che to face Tuosen, an Eight-Star cultivation, still fearless!

This power was the rebound and repulsive force erupting from the chair beneath him!

This power surged from the chair into Lin Che's body, then roared out through his fist, transforming into an overwhelming divine ability, violently colliding with Tuosen's fist!

A roar exploded once again, blood spilled from Lin Che's lips, and the chair beneath him emitted a series of cracking sounds.

In an instant, three cracks clearly appeared on the chair's body!

As soon as the cracks appeared, earth-shattering bangs echoed, and the massive stone platform beneath the chair began to collapse directly from the bottom, half of it disintegrating in an instant, shattering into pieces!

The shattered stones from the collapsing platform splattered like a rainstorm; Lin Che, using the flying debris as cover, swiftly darted back several feet, avoiding Tuosen's immediate second punch.

Lin Che wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze as sharp as a blade, staring intently at Tuosen; the collision of that punch just now made him clearly feel the terrifying power of an Eight-Star Ancient God.

If he hadn't borrowed the rebound force from the chair and Tuosen's own power, his arm would probably have been broken by now.

Seeing Lin Che retreat, the ferocity in Tuosen's eyes intensified; his thousand-foot body moved forward, each step causing the palace floor to crack and debris to fly into the air.

"Hide? Where can you hide?!"

Tuosen roared, his right hand clenching into a fist again; this time, black mist actually entwined around his fist, and within the mist, countless resentful souls could vaguely be heard roaring—it was his God-Slaying Fist, cultivated after merging with his demonic thoughts.

Before the fist wind arrived, a heart-palpitating pressure already enveloped Lin Che, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Che took a deep breath, the seven Ancient God star points on his brow suddenly lit up, and the Ancient God power around his body surged wildly, forming a faint golden protective shield on his skin.

At this moment, Lin Che no longer met the attack head-on, but instead circulated the Great Dao energy to its extreme, tapping his feet on the shattered stone platform, his figure flickering left and right like a ghost, avoiding Tuosen's incoming punches.

With each dodge, he would leverage the momentum to leave a fist print on the stone platform, Ancient God power seeping into the ground along the fist print, seemingly brewing something.

Tuosen's continuous punches failed to connect, his rage growing hotter; his left hand suddenly grabbed at the void, and a black chain appeared out of thin air, the tip of the chain bearing sharp barbs, heading straight for Lin Che's back.

This chain was refined by him using his own demonic thoughts and Ancient God blood and bone, named the God-Locking Chain; once entangled, it could even tear apart an Ancient God's physical body.

Lin Che's ears twitched slightly, sensing the danger behind him; he suddenly turned, his right hand quickly forming a seal in front of him, and a faint golden Ancient God power condensed into a giant shield.

Clang!

As the God-Locking Chain slammed heavily into the giant shield, sparks flew, and the giant shield instantly became covered in cracks; Lin Che was also shaken, his blood churning, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

But at this moment, Lin Che did not retreat; his left hand seized the opportunity to grasp the end of the chain, and Ancient God power surged reversely along the chain, attempting to导回 Tuosen's power back to himself.

Tuosen felt the rebound force from the chain, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a sneer: "Seeking death!"

"A mere Seven-Star Ancient God, yet you dare to provoke an Eight-Star Ancient God like me; you are truly too arrogant and conceited…"

In an instant, the Demon God Tuosen suddenly exerted force, and the barbs on the chain abruptly enlarged, attempting to drill into Lin Che's body along his arm.

Just at this critical moment, the fist prints Lin Che had left on the stone platform earlier suddenly lit up simultaneously; faint golden light surged from the ground, transforming into countless golden threads that firmly entangled Tuosen's feet.

This was the God-Trapping Array Lin Che had laid out while dodging earlier, using Ancient God power as the guide and the remnants of the stone platform as the foundation, specifically designed to restrict Tuosen's movements.

As soon as the golden threads entangled Tuosen's feet, they began to contract wildly; even with his Eight-Star Ancient God physique, his skin cracked and blood seeped out from the constriction.

"Damn you, Lin Che, you little brat!"

Tuosen roared, trying to break free from the golden threads, but the threads clung to him like maggots to bone, tightening more and more.

Lin Che seized this fleeting opportunity, his figure shooting towards Tuosen like an arrow, his Ancient God power and borrowed might merging once again.

This time he didn't use his fist, but instead condensed all his power into his right index finger, fiercely pointing it at the Ancient God star point on Tuosen's chest.

That was the core of Ancient God power, and also Tuosen's weakness.

Tuosen's pupils constricted; he wanted to dodge but was trapped by the golden threads, able only to watch as Lin Che's finger drew closer.

In a critical moment, Tuosen suddenly unleashed all the demonic thoughts within him; black mist instantly enveloped his thousand-foot body, and within the mist, countless resentful souls condensed into a giant mouth, biting towards Lin Che.

This was his last trump card; if he could bite Lin Che, he could inject demonic thoughts into his body, completely controlling his physical form.