"How is it possible! How can anyone achieve this level?"
The stronger the experts from the three great empires present watched, the more they were shocked.
With a wave of a hand, the Green Staff was taken away, the painstakingly cultivated nine Shackle Position for tens of thousands of years, given to this little Amoka?
The most outrageous thing is.
It was never your hard work.
Forcefully taking someone else's cultivation crystal, theoretically it shouldn't be possible to break through.
But God gently spoke...
With the decree of heaven in his mouth, his words became reality, and events took shape just like that.
This power, which did not belong to him, was forcibly integrated into his body, helping him break through realms.
"Next, let me fight with you all!"
Amoka laughed heartily, suddenly brimming with confidence,
"People are divided into four, six, nine; civilizations are divided into upper, middle, and lower."
