Duel with the People of the Source

The many Divine Emperors on the deck were all aghast.

They had encountered the People of the Source so quickly?

The Old Martial Saint of the Martial Saint Divine Hall narrowed his eyes as scarlet blood light shot out, sweeping toward the terrifying figure ahead. Then he snorted coldly, his voice thunderous. "You are one of the People of the Source? Good. Others may fear you, but I do not. Since we have met, let me first test your strength!"

Boom!

An incomparably ferocious and enormous figure emerged.

It was the Old Martial Saint's true form.

He stood over six meters tall, his body covered in savage muscles, veins bulging like rampaging dragons. Wild strength surged through him. Without another word, he turned into a streak of black light and charged straight at that terrifying figure.

"Old Martial Saint, be careful!"

Venerable Wu Dao shouted through voice transmission.

Whoosh!

The Old Martial Saint turned a deaf ear, his body rushing forward in an instant.

The terrifying figure wore a sinister grin as he watched the Old Martial Saint charge at him. His massive body moved as though shrinking the earth to an inch.

In the next moment, he suddenly appeared right before the Old Martial Saint.

Boom!

The sound was terrifying beyond measure.

The Old Martial Saint threw a punch, only for it to be firmly caught in the terrifying figure's hand.

"You trash dare provoke me?"

The figure grinned viciously, his five fingers like hooks as they clamped tightly around the Old Martial Saint's fist.

The Old Martial Saint's pupils shrank sharply, almost unable to believe it.

Suddenly, he let out a wild roar. His entire body began rapidly expanding again, lumps of muscle drilling out from every part of him like tumors.

In the blink of an eye,