"Heh. Just a pack of clay chickens and pottery dogs. Are they supposed to be what you lot are relying on?" Zhao Sheng's gaze swept over the eight deathly still figures opposite him, paused briefly on one of them, and then he suddenly chuckled.
As he spoke, he tossed the Nine Underworlds Pagoda into his mouth and hid it beneath his tongue.
"Hmph. With death staring you in the face, you still dare spout such wild words. You truly don't know whether you're dead or alive!" Hu Sanqian's courage swelled, and he could not help but roar in fury.
It happened in the time it took to say it—too late to react!
Zhao Sheng's eyes shifted slightly, and he abruptly vanished from where he stood.
Boom... boom... boom...
In the blink of an eye, seven figures were almost simultaneously swallowed by blinding fist-light. They had no time at all to unleash their final strike before they were all blasted apart.
The ancients said that if one's skill was higher by a single thread, then that height was boundless.
Applied to the present situation, those words were the perfect portrayal.
When Zhao Sheng's strength had far surpassed the limit of the Void Return Realm and stepped onto the threshold of the Body Integration Realm, anyone below the Body Integration Realm was useless no matter how many came. In the end, it was all settled with one punch to kill.
However, the final figure avoided that punch as lightly as if brushing away dust.
This man was bald and barefoot, his face old and haggard. Behind his head, an extremely dim halo faintly emerged. In life, he had evidently been a mighty expert of the Body Integration Realm.
An instant later, Zhao Sheng appeared out of thin air several hundred li away.