บท 1102: Moving the Body Like a Sword 

In White Emperor City, Bie Yanghong had used the supreme technique of Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion, A Point of Red, to pour all he had experienced in his battle with the Angels of Sacred Light into Chen Changsheng's mind. Within was the essence of the fist style that he had habitually used in his last few years.

In the past, Bie Yanghong had not been in the habit of using his fists.

But in the battle of the Mausoleum of Books, he had personally witnessed the momentum of the Tianhai Divine Empress's fist, which seemed like it could destroy the world. Enlightened, he created this fist style.

This did not mean that he was surrendering to the Tianhai Divine Empress. On the contrary, this attitude of learning from an expert was what it meant to truly be fearless.

A fearless fist possessed unfathomable power.

When Chen Changsheng punched, the air in a several-hundred-zhang radius around him moved with his fist, creating a fierce gale.