Faced with this naked provocation, Mighty Lion Douluo let out an enraged roar and questioned the people atop the city wall.
On the battlements, the head of a red-haired man appeared.
With cold Killing Intent, Huo Wushuang said, "Anyone who takes even half a step into our territory will be beheaded.
If you don't want to follow in their footsteps, turn back now."
How could Mighty Lion Douluo swallow such an insult? His aura erupted at once, transforming into a mighty lion as he shot upward, intending to take Huo Wushuang's head.
But before he could get close, a pitch-black speck of light flew in from the side.
A terrifying sound of tearing through the air exploded against his body in an instant.
Mighty Lion Douluo barely managed to raise his thick arms to block.
A pure-black metal Gauntlet, clenched into a fist, came shooting toward him and slammed heavily into his body.
Its force was immense and heavy, and combined with its high-density, razor-sharp power, it kept piercing through his Soul Power and physical defenses.
Mighty Lion Douluo's body was driven diagonally away from the vicinity of the city wall by this punch.
Unable to resist the attack while in a void state, he landed with both feet and, relying on friction, only just managed to stop the impact.
But just as he wanted to forcefully smash the Gauntlet with his other hand, the black-gold Gauntlet instantly vanished.
"Martial Soul?"
Mighty Lion Douluo's face turned livid. He had never imagined that a detached Martial Soul could possess such tremendous power.
He raised his head and swiftly searched for his opponent.
At that moment, with his broadened field of vision, he finally saw that above the city wall directly opposite him, a black-haired middle-aged man was floating in the air.