The terrifying power instantly enveloped Lu Changsheng, leaving him with no escape.
However, Lu Changsheng did not intend to evade.
"Well done!"
Lu Changsheng added to the previous thirteen years.
It's equivalent to twenty years in isolation.
In twenty years, he condensed forty-nine thousand clones, all cultivated to the Ancestor Realm.
For this very moment!
He wanted to see what level of power his forty-nine thousand Ancestor Realm clones would reach when fused.
To see if his "observed" self-created physical Magic Technique could compare with the physical Magic Technique of the You Clan.
"Boom."
Lu Changsheng also threw a punch.
It was just an ordinary punch.
Without any flair or technique.
Not any Physical Body Divine Power either.
Just a punch that gathered physical strength.
However, this was a punch gathered from forty-nine thousand Ancestor Realm clones!
The two fist powers, with no flair, purely a contest of strength.
At this moment, they collided completely.
