"Impossible... impossible!"
Phantom Star King Aguduo looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his face deathly pale. This was a Forbidden Artifact capable of killing a third-level quasi-Saint, yet it had been crushed beneath a single stomp from his opponent.
It had not even forced out a fraction of the other man's true strength.
The savage grin on Beitang Ao's face froze completely, and for the first time, horror and disbelief surfaced in his eyes.
Mei Qishen and the sword-wielding Martial King were even more dumbfounded, as though they had seen a ghost.
Outside Soul Severing Valley, a deathly silence fell.
Then, heaven-shaking uproar erupted!
"One kick—good heavens!"
"The heavenly demon summoned by that demon Forbidden Artifact was stomped out?!"
"What kind of power was that? Pure physical strength?!"
"The ultimate realm of strength... terrifying beyond belief!"
The veins on Zhan Tianxing's hand bulged as he gripped his spear, unprecedented gravity bursting from his eyes. "The rate at which this man has grown stronger is simply beyond imagination."
Wang Mang stood there dumbstruck, a flash of fury and unwillingness crossing his gaze. "Damn it, how can this bastard be this strong?!"
He felt that even if Wang Teng himself were here, he could not possibly possess such overwhelming intimidation.
Yi Deng chanted a Buddhist invocation at length. The flame of the ancient lamp flickered uncertainly, yet his expression remained composed.
Jin Shengtian's face was solemn, his eyes filled only with deep wariness. "One strength suppressing ten thousand laws... this is the realm I long for. If the golden bloodline evolves to its pinnacle, it may not necessarily be inferior to him."
Little Formation King Zhuge Dali had already leapt into the air, so excited that his words came out in a jumble. "A force field—a pure domain of