From now on, talk of being too young or lacking in maturity could never again apply to Jiang Chen.
Having gained the battle experiences of all Twelve Ancestral Witches, he managed to fill his gaps, his combat strength frighteningly strong, with no flaws left to exploit.
Boom!
Jiang Chen, without conscious thought, threw a punch. The force was no different from before, but the power it unleashed was far superior.
An unparalleled fist radiance burst forth, embodying the ultimate in strength, silently destroying everything in its path. It appeared before Di Jun, shattering the Tianwei bell formed from the endless Star River, leaving an indelible mark on his body—a punch imprint that could never be erased.
"Power of Dutian!"
At this moment, Di Jun's heart began to sink bit by bit because he realized the situation had evolved beyond his control.
He had thought that by revealing his true identity, capturing Jiang Chen and taking the Twelve Golden Figures would be a walk in the park.