国产sm调教折磨视频失禁

Chapter 1684 Proving a Point

It was practically like they had been neutered, restricted to less than half their former strength in an instant.

They couldn\'t understand it at all. If Ryu had such a powerful ability, why did he wait to use it now? Why use the more famous Earth and Heaven Gate first, and only spring this on them last?

What they had no idea was that Ryu\'s goal in this battle and his goal in the last were entirely different.

When he first used Heaven Gate in his battle with Janus and the Beast Mimicry Sect Inheritor Discipline, he had yet to have such large changes to his cultivation. [Rob the World of its Color] wasn\'t nearly as powerful as it was now, and though it could work, it could also be countered by a powerful enough Dao or technique.

When he fought Elder Vermo, he only had one goal: crush him as quickly and with as much prejudice as possible. He didn\'t care about anything else, and quite frankly, he wasn\'t as familiar with his current abilities as he was now. He had been spending time with his wife, so he hadn\'t wasted any of it consolidating his foundation or truly understanding his gains.

But after a brief battle with Vermo, he began to understand some of the synergies of his abilities, one of which made [Rob the World of its Color] from one of the more normal abilities of his eyes to one of the absolute most powerful in an instant.

But the shocking part was that it wasn\'t just [Rob the World of its Color]. In fact, just by virtue of most of their capabilities, most of his Heavenly Pupils Talents got a huge boost.

When he projected his inner world into the outside world, it was as though he had become a Quasi Dao God in the flesh. Although his strength wasn\'t anywhere near that of a real Dao God, for middling talents of the Omniscient Sky God Realm like these, they were nothing more than ants before him.

If they wanted a chance of pressing him, they would have to bring out a real genius, a man or woman whose birth had been preceded by the trumpets and horns of the Heavens.

Anything less and this would be the ultimate result.

BANG!

Ryu punched out again, and the world was surprisingly still. It looked as though he had formed a quasi level of God Control, one where he was not only capable of exhibiting power more than enough to destroy the world, and yet having the will to force the world to remain intact even as he did so.

It was an ability that the Dragon Emperor and his father-in-law had exhibited several times, and yet it was now a plaything in Ryu\'s palms, dancing to his tune.

And almost as though on cue, the air began to whistle, a delicate melody gained a baseline from the rhythm of Ryu\'s steady steps. The world sang and Ryu\'s strength continued to skyrocket.

The symphony and flutey winds pulled on the hearts of those in the surroundings.

And then, space itself began long, fibrous strings beneath Ryu\'s control. They were plucked and the symphony gained another layer.

The tune was the most beautiful thing they had ever heard in their lives, and the world even outside the range of Ryu\'s [Rob the World of its Color] began to react, expanding the Domain.

From over a hundred kilometers, it began over a thousand, and from over a thousand, it became tens of thousands.

People hurriedly retreated to get out of its range, and those that were too slow found themselves losing control in the air, their flying treasures losing their functionality as though the laws that kept them afloat were no longer working as intended, and more importantly than that... the qi that kept them thrumming along had been stripped away, becoming part of Ryu chorus of punches.

Until now, Mordecai, Kirvag and Jurkaa hadn\'t been hurt. Their qi might have been stripped from them, and much of their abilities might have been restricted, but they were still experts of an exceptional quality. Whether it was their bodily strength, or their other means and techniques, they were all excellent.

At most, Ryu was embarrassing them a bit. Once he ran out of Karmic Qi, it would be their turn to counterattack.

But then Ryu\'s strength began to increase.

For every step of increase in Ryu\'s radius, his strength increased exponentially. By then, his fists became as heavy as mountains and as final as meteors falling from the skies.

Jurkaa was the first to cough up a mouthful of blood, the bones in his arms creaking and threatening to crack as his inner organs shook.

Kirvag was the next. The world spun around him and his thoughts seemed to blur and pour into one another, a disparaging amount of self-doubt and fear filling him. Even if he knew this had to be part of Ryu\'s Dao, it was impossible to ignore because it was the reality before him.

He was truly nothing more than a plaything before this man.

Then came Mordecai. He was the sturdiest of the bunch, his road to his current position being paved by endless hardship. And yet, even he felt his mental defenses crack.

There was something truly despairing about a man stripping the world of its color, of its ambience... and then forming a new Order of his own, one that was completely under his control and not beholden to a single person.

He was a God and they were the ants of his land.