Rumble!
This time, the Savage Emperor did not merely retreat three steps, but a thousand zhang!
His mountain-like body traced a long arc through the air, flew over countless heads, and slammed viciously into the spectator stands a thousand zhang away!
The stone platform, large enough to hold a thousand people, collapsed with a thunderous crash beneath his impact! Crushed stone scattered everywhere, and dust soared into the sky!
Boom!
Amid the deafening blast, the hundred-zhang phantom of the Savage God also shattered, turning into countless motes of light that vanished without a trace!
The entire arena fell silent!
A deathly silence!
As the dust gradually dispersed, Lin Langtian's figure was revealed.
He still stood where he was, his palms held forward, utterly motionless.
His green robe was somewhat disheveled, but that was all.
Even his breathing had not become the slightest bit uneven.
He slowly withdrew his palms and stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze turning toward Blood Nether Son, who was swaying unsteadily in midair.
Blood Nether Son's face was as pale as paper, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth, while the blood clouds around him were on the verge of dispersing.
Meeting Lin Langtian's calm gaze, his entire body trembled, his eyes filled with terror.
"I... I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to discover that his throat was so dry he could not make a sound.
For some reason, facing the expressionless and unfathomable Lin Langtian...
He was afraid.
Truly afraid.
He, Blood Nether Son, had made his name over several centuries and roamed the Qiankun Continent freely. When had he ever feared anyone?
Yet now, before this young man barely over thirty, he was afraid.
That fear came from the depths of his soul, from the instinctive