Boom!!!
Fan Lang's fist collided with Fan Sha's great halberd, like two vast armies crashing together. Centered on the point of impact, a shockwave burst forth and swept outward.
In literature, there was no first; in martial arts, there was no second.
In a clash of strength, superiority and inferiority were plain to see.
Fan Lang's fist smashed the great halberd to pieces. Its long shaft broke apart inch by inch, yet his attack did not slow, charging straight toward Fan Sha.
Fan Sha possessed layer upon layer of defensive measures—Protective Aura, armor, Dao seals, and more. Yet none of them could stop Fan Lang's incomparably powerful punch.
That fist struck Fan Sha squarely in the face, twisting his heroic features out of shape and even knocking teeth from his mouth.
Fan Sha flashed through the air and flew a great distance before finally stopping. When he looked again, his face had been completely deformed, even his jaw crooked.
The dignified Sage Emperor, ruler of an entire continent, had been so arrogant and untouchable—yet now he had been publicly punched in the face and beaten flat!
He had thought today would be Fan Lang's day of death, that he could kill Fan Lang here and eliminate his greatest obstacle. Instead, he himself had fallen into a disadvantage.
"How could this be?! How could his strength have increased so much after breaking through to the Mystic God Realm?!" Fan Sha clutched his twisted face and roared inwardly.
Few people on either side could clearly follow the exchange, but quite a few saw Fan Sha's face. The sight was simply too shocking.
The many holy sons nearly went mad with rage at Fan Sha's injury. They worshipped Fan Sha with all their hearts. In their eyes, he was a supreme existence who