Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

That hand, withered and wrinkled, seemed to contain all the principles of heaven and earth—fast and slow, light and heavy, life and death, were perfectly unified in this single strike. A powerful early-stage Supreme Realm expert's expression changed drastically; he abruptly closed his eyes, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "What a terrifying Dao! She compressed her own Great Dao to its extreme, concentrating all her power on the edge of her palm. It seemed effortless, but in reality, a touch meant certain death!"

Faced with this seemingly calm yet deadly attack, Jiang Han remained unusually calm. The strange phenomena that had surrounded him—the pale golden halo representing the Tremor-Tremor Fruit and the blue-green band of light condensing the faith of the heavens—instantly receded and merged into his body. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a radiant celestial being into a seemingly ordinary mortal, devoid of any extraordinary aura.

Then, he raised his right leg.

The movements were slow, as slow as performing a perfectly ordinary stretch. But to the top-tier supreme beings Meng Tianzheng, Wang Changsheng, and Zhao Haotian, it was a completely different sight—every movement of Jiang Han was precise to the extreme. The angle of his knee bend, the height of his foot lift, even the contraction of his leg muscles, all contained an indescribable rhythm. It wasn't a simple kick, but a strike that perfectly integrated the laws of space, the control of power, and the grasp of timing.

"This is...merging the body with the Dao?" Meng Tianzheng gasped. He had been in charge of the Imperial Pass for many years and had seen countless battles between supreme beings, but he had never seen such a simple and unadorned way of fighting. "He completely concealed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit and the power of faith, not winning by force, but controlling with the Dao... Such profound Dao cultivation!"

Wang Changsheng paused slightly as he stroked his long beard, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes: "Jin Taijun condensed the Great Dao into a single strike, while he has integrated the Great Dao into his entire body... Both of them have reached the pinnacle of the Dao!"

Zhao Haotian stared intently at Jiang Han's right leg, his brows furrowed: "It seems slow, but it's actually incredibly fast. Jin Taijun's attack is 'using stillness to control movement,' but his is 'using slowness to overcome speed'... Interesting, very interesting!"

The surrounding low-level cultivators looked on in bewilderment. They stared wide-eyed at the two figures in the arena—an old woman slowly clenching her palms, and a young man slowly raising his leg. Their movements were as simple as street thugs fighting, without any dazzling light, booming explosions, or even a trace of energy fluctuation.

"This...this is a showdown between supreme beings?" The girl in green couldn't help but whisper to the elder beside her, "How come even the martial arts fights in our town are more exciting than this?"

Her elder, a Golden Core cultivator with graying temples, gave a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "Silly child, this is the most terrifying thing. The calm you see is because their power has been refined to the extreme, not even the slightest leakage is allowed. It's like two masters wielding peerless divine weapons exchanging blows, the flashes of their swords hidden in their sheaths. Once they're drawn..." He paused, his voice filled with lingering fear, "...the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will probably be overturned."

As he spoke, Jiang Han's right leg had already struck Jin Taijun's right hand.

There was no earth-shattering collision, only a soft "plop" sound, like two leaves gently touching in mid-air. But at the very moment of contact, Jin Taijun's pupils contracted slightly, and her wrist bent backward at an odd angle. The palm strike that was originally sure to land was completely neutralized by this seemingly casual kick.

Jiang Han's foot landed smoothly, and he stood firmly in place, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he had merely brushed off a speck of dust.

Jin Taijun swayed slightly, seemingly calm, but in reality, her internal energy surged slightly. She had lived for millions of years and fought thousands of times, but she had never seen such a strange way of deflecting force—her opponent's legs seemed to have no bones, as flexible as a serpent, yet at the moment of contact, they burst forth with an irresistible and skillful force, striking precisely at the point where her force was shifting.

"Interesting." Jin Taijun's hoarse voice held a hint of seriousness. She didn't linger, her figure suddenly transforming into a blur, constantly shifting positions in the void. Sometimes she was like an eagle spreading its wings, arms outstretched, creating a series of whooshing sounds; sometimes she was like a nimble ape climbing a tree, her body curled up, launching surprise attacks from unbelievable angles; and sometimes she was like a tiger descending a mountain, fists clenched, exuding an indomitable courage.

Her attacks remained devoid of any brilliance, consisting only of direct punches and kicks, yet each strike was deadly. Every punch felt like an invisible mountain pressing down; every kick carried a sharp whistling sound that tore through space. Yet, all this power was firmly locked within three inches of her body, not a single drop leaking out.

Jiang Han remained standing still, yet always managed to dodge or deflect attacks at the last possible moment. His right arm was like a living, breathing serpent, sometimes coiling, sometimes pointing, sometimes parrying. When Jin Taijun's fists were fierce, he used softness to overcome hardness, making that fierce force feel like hitting cotton; when Jin Taijun's palm techniques were tricky, he used speed to overcome skill, his fingertips lightly tapping, always able to block the opponent's attack in advance.

The two exchanged blows, their movements growing faster and faster, leaving afterimages in the void. Yet, no matter how they moved, the surrounding space remained eerily calm. Only occasionally, at the point where their forces collided, would a barely perceptible ripple appear in the space, which would then quickly return to its original state.

"boom!"

A dull thud suddenly broke the silence of the duel.

Jin Taijun's right fist collided solidly with Jiang Han's left palm. There was no energy explosion, no manifestation of laws, only a low rumble like muffled thunder coming from the point of contact. The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a soul-piercing tremor, causing the eardrums of the watching cultivators to buzz and their spiritual energy to become disordered.

Meng Tianzheng and the other two's expressions changed simultaneously. They clearly saw that at the moment their fists and palms touched, countless fine spatial cracks spread outwards from the point of contact, only to be forcibly pulled back and reformed by two invisible forces after spreading half an inch. It was Jin Taijun's Immortal Slaughtering Dao Aura and Jiang Han's Tremor-Shaking Power locked in a silent struggle. Each collision was enough to tear apart a galaxy, yet they were forcibly contained within a small space.

"Such strong control..." Zhao Haotian murmured, "If it were me, I probably would have already been unable to resist drawing upon the power of heaven and earth."

Wang Changsheng nodded, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes: "Jin Taijun's Zhuxian Dao emphasizes 'gathering,' while Jiang Han's Dao emphasizes 'contraction.' When these two Daos collide, it's like two sealed powder kegs colliding. If one of them fails to seal, the consequences will be unimaginable."

As time passed, the frequency of their collisions increased, with muffled "bangs" echoing throughout. Occasionally, a wisp of divine power would leak out from their seal—perhaps a strand of Immortal Slaying Sword Qi spilling from Jin Taijun's fingers, or a ripple of vibration emanating from Jiang Han's palm. But as soon as this leaked divine power appeared, it would transform into countless inch-long strands of light, weaving and entwining in the air, before obediently retracting back into their bodies.

Once, a wisp of golden sword energy spilled from Jin Taijun's sleeve, grazing past a nearby mountain peak. That peak was the "Ten Thousand Ren Cliff," used by the Jin family to test their descendants. Forged entirely of Nine Heavens Profound Iron, its hardness rivaled that of a supreme magical artifact. Yet, as that wisp of sword energy grazed it, the entire mountain silently snapped in two, its upper half turning to dust and dissipating in the wind. After doing all this, the wisp of sword energy "whooshed" back into Jin Taijun's body, as if it had never existed.

The watching cultivators were terrified and no longer dared to underestimate the situation. They finally understood that this seemingly ordinary duel was actually extremely dangerous, with every move containing world-destroying power, only forcibly restrained by the two supreme beings with their unparalleled cultivation.

Just then, Jiang Han's eyes suddenly flickered.

He caught a fleeting moment—as Jin Taijun shifted her attack, her left shoulder dipped slightly. This movement was so quick it was almost imperceptible, yet it meant that the shift in her power for the next move would be slightly delayed. Now!

Jiang Han stopped defending and his figure suddenly transformed into a streak of light, instantly closing in on Jin Taijun. Just as Jin Taijun's right palm was about to strike his chest, his left hand moved like lightning, precisely placing itself on Jin Taijun's wrist, and a gentle yet irresistible force was drawn in.

Jin Taijun felt a numbness in her wrist, and her once sure-fire palm strike suddenly veered off course, losing most of its power. Startled, she was about to change her move when she saw Jiang Han extend his right hand, his wide robe sleeve lashing out like an iron whip.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear sound suddenly exploded out, like a thunderclap falling from the heavens, instantly overpowering all the muffled sounds and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

All the cultivators stared wide-eyed, their mouths slightly agape, yet no sound came out. They looked at the scene in disbelief—Jiang Han's robe sleeves had been retracted, while Jin Taijun covered her face, her body swaying slightly, as if she had been stunned by the blow.

That "smack" wasn't the roar of divine power colliding, nor the crisp sound of space shattering, but... a slap?

A loud, solid slap?

Did it hit Kim Tae-jun's face?
That Jin Taijun who has lived for a million years, who is the only one who can command the Imperial Pass and can refine a million demon soldiers with a wave of his hand.
"Ah—you dare insult me!"

After a brief silence, a roar like that of a demon from the deepest hell erupted from Jin Taijun's mouth. She abruptly raised her head, revealing a clear red handprint on her slapped left cheek, a stark and ironic contrast to her wrinkled old face. A trickle of golden blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth—the blood of a supreme being, flowing with such humiliation never before seen in countless millennia.

She was stunned for a moment, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened. Her right hand instinctively reached for her slapped cheek, and when her fingertips touched the burning hot handprint, a fury that could burn everything instantly ignited in her eyes.

"Insult me?" Jin Taijun's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, each word carrying icy sharpness. "For millions of years, I have traversed the nine heavens and ten earths, slaying immortals and destroying demons. Even the Heavenly Dao would give way to me! What are you? How dare you slap my face?!"

A boundless rage erupted like a volcano, instantly shattering all her restraints over her power. The Daoist essence of the Immortal Slaying Technique, which she had previously locked within her body, could no longer be contained. Like a raging dragon breaking free of its shackles, it burst forth from her entire being!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out one after another. The sky above Jin Taijun's head seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, revealing the pitch-black void inside. Countless spatial gaps spread outwards like a spider web, with the furthest reaching even to the edge of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

On the battlefield, black holes the size of basketballs appeared out of thin air, their edges flashing with eerie purple arcs of electricity and radiating an all-consuming suction force. The distant galaxy resembled a sand dune swept by a raging storm; countless stars shattered under the black holes' gravity, turning into billions of fragments that were sucked into the black holes like a meteor shower, leaving not a trace of light behind.

Even more terrifying, a destructive aftershock of divine power spread from Jin Taijun, carrying with it the fierce killing intent of the Immortal Slaughtering Array Diagram. Wherever it passed, space dissolved, laws collapsed, and even the flow of time became disordered. Like a wild horse, it galloped wildly towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, turning once prosperous starfields into deathly silence in its wake. Countless beings were crushed into the most basic particles before they could even scream.

"Not good!" Meng Tianzheng's expression changed drastically. He could no longer care about watching the battle and suddenly summoned a long sword that was entirely crimson. As soon as the sword appeared, it exuded an aura that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas. The blade was covered with ancient flame runes. It was his weapon of enlightenment - "Burning Heaven Blade".

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, join forces!" Meng Tianzheng shouted, and the Burning Heaven Blade in his hand transformed into a fiery rainbow that stretched across the heavens and earth, blocking the aftershocks of the divine power.

Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian dared not be negligent. Wang Changsheng took out an ancient tortoise shell shield, which was covered with mysterious runes. As soon as it was unfolded, it transformed into a huge light screen, standing side by side with the fiery rainbow. Zhao Haotian summoned a silver longbow, the bowstring trembled slightly, and shot out three arrows containing the law of time. The arrows transformed into three streams of light in the air, weaving into a huge light net, completely sealing off the path of the divine power's aftershocks.

"boom--!"

The aftershocks of the divine power collided with the three's defenses, producing a deafening roar that could shake the entire universe. The fiery rainbow flickered violently, cracks appeared all over the tortoise-shell light barrier, and the silver light net shattered inch by inch. Meng Tianzheng and the other two simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood, their figures staggering backward, their faces as pale as paper.

But in the end, the devastating aftershocks were kept at bay.

Countless cultivators watched this scene, wiping the cold sweat from their brows with lingering fear. Only then did they truly understand what the wrath of the Supreme Being meant—it was a calamity capable of devastating all living beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a terrifying force that could easily rewrite the order of the universe.

Just then, Jiang Han, in the center of the battlefield, moved. He looked at the seemingly deranged Jin Taijun, his face still expressionless, and simply flicked his sleeve. (End of Chapter)