Published: November 30, -0001
“Hahaha, let you be arrogant, get lost!”
Feeling that he had hit the opponent solidly, Wang Dong was overjoyed.
He could even feel the rebound force when his fist collided with the opponent's chest. In an instant, a violent airflow surged, containing endless power like an erupting volcano; under Wang Dong's drive, it madly surged into the opponent's body, attempting to shatter his meridians and internal organs.
In the next moment, his expression suddenly froze.
On the arena, the young man in a black robe stood motionless, merely standing there, a faint cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. No matter how fiercely Wang Dong's punch impacted him or how the true power rushed within him, his figure remained unshaken.
In Wang Dong's perception, the young man in black robe seemed like an insurmountable peak, towering and immovable. The punch power he unleashed, after entering the opponent's body, was like a stone sinking into the sea, having no reaction whatsoever.
“This is your attack? Too weak. A talent from the Great Wei Dynasty is nothing like this. Let me show you what a real attack is.”
A cold voice echoed as the young man in black robe looked at Wang Dong with a gaze full of pity, and his aura suddenly surged.
“What? I admit…”
Wang Dong's face turned pale in horror, and he opened his mouth to concede.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, the young man in black robe suddenly kicked out.
Bang!
With no way to dodge, the young man's right leg, under the gaze of all, crashed heavily onto the astonished Wang Dong.
Before the stunned spectators, Wang Dong flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth, and then fell to the ground like a rag bag, becoming a puddle of mud.
“With this level of strength, you dare to attack me? I don’t kill you not because of mercy, but because I disdain you!”
The same words, the same tone, echoed in the arena. The young man in black robe curled his lips in a cold smile, glancing at Leng Wushuang below the stage.
“You…”
Leng Wushuang's forehead bulged with veins; this line was what he had just said to another disciple of the Ghost Immortal Sect. He never expected it would come back to him through the talent of the Great Wei Dynasty.
A white light enveloped the young man in black robe as he was teleported away.
At that moment, the entire arena fell silent, and all the powerhouses of the Great Wei Dynasty looked angrily at that young man from the Ghost Immortal Sect.
There was shock, and there was anger.
“Wang Dong actually lost just like that?”
“One kick, one kick shattered all of Wang Dong's defenses.”
“How could this person be so strong?”
“Did you see? Earlier, Wang Dong's full-power strike landed solidly on this person, but he had no injuries at all.”
“Wang Dong's strength is enough to kill ordinary late-stage Mystic Level masters in seconds. Could it be that this person's defense has already reached the Wuzong level?”
“What? If that’s the case, can he really contest against the likes of the Di Xin Young Master?”
The crowd erupted, discussions rising and falling like waves, containing endless anger.
“When did the Ghost Immortal Sect have such a terrifying talent?”
The powerhouses of the Great Wei Dynasty were furious, and the experts from the five countries outside Gu Nandu were equally enraged.
Especially Xiao Zhan, the Spirit Martial King.
“This person’s strength is likely even more terrifying than mine. Then what kind of expert taught him?” Xiao Zhan looked at the few black-robed elders from the Ghost Immortal Sect with fear in his heart.
“Before, the sect master Nian Shuo and others from the Ghost Immortal Sect were destroyed by my Great Qi. If these people are truly experts from the Ghost Immortal Sect, my Great Qi will likely fall into crisis.”
In an instant, a strong sense of danger rose within Xiao Zhan.
Not only Xiao Zhan was paying attention, but Qin Chen's gaze also fell on the opponent, a glint of cold light flashing.