After all, with this power, he can do anything.
Just like now, although the warhorse that had accompanied him for who knows how long unfortunately died in the collapsed imperial tomb, he was running faster than any horse at full speed. Even though he didn't have wings, during his pursuit of the grey-black phoenix, he could let himself soar through the air just by momentum—though only for a few steps, it was still overcoming gravity. Given time, perhaps he truly could fly just using his own strength.
As for destructive power... there's no need to elaborate. Like just now, faced with the extraordinarily unreasonable request made by that farmer, Du Chengfeng handled it with ease, slicing through a mountain with just one strike. This was the confidence his strength brought him.
With such power, he no longer had opponents. Was there anything in the world he couldn't do?
"There is."
Looking at the pile of vegetation and rubble before him, Du Chengfeng felt a bit bewildered.
