Yan's pinnacle work. His highest level of work should be that absolute poem…"After Fang Yu finished speaking, the entire classroom was silent.All the students stared at Fang Yu in astonishment.They to...Fang Yu sensed the terrifying power attacking from behind, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned around.

The massive fist looming before him seemed poised to swallow the sky.

It contains extremely complex laws. Aside from the terrifying power it possesses, it also releases a powerful suppressing force.

Fang Yu's limbs felt as heavy as if they were bound by four meteors.

However, even so, he still effortlessly raised his left hand and, facing the fist that slammed towards him... slapped out with a palm!

"Boom!"

This is a Batian Palm!

Raging energy clashed with the incoming fist, erupting in a deafening boom!

A powerful surge of energy ripples outward, scattering the surrounding clouds and mist!

"Infinity Prism, Thunderstrike!"

Above, the Southern Yao Saint Lord clasped his hands in a seal.

The surface of the Wujī prism, suspended high in the air, suddenly flashed.

"kered in the Empress's eyes, “So, you only have two choices before you.” 。"Either death, or...you become mine." 。Fang Yu looked at the Emperor and Empress in front of him, but said nothing. 。Although...