Cangzhou, Ancient Battlefield.
Old Man Desolate Bone raised his head to look at Lingxu, who stood in the air with his hands behind his back.
From so close by, he had only just noticed him.
Lingxu merely stood there, yet an invisible pressure radiated from his body.
That pressure was almost tangible, beyond description.
It was as though the vault of heaven itself were pressing down upon him.
"You're this arrogant—did your mother know when you were little?"
Old Man Desolate Bone grinned.
"Lingxu Flying Kick!"
Lingxu shifted, one foot forward and one foot behind.
Old Man Desolate Bone hurriedly raised the cultivator still in his grasp as a shield.
Yet Lingxu's figure instantly circled around Old Man Desolate Bone.
He appeared behind him, his right hand shooting out like lightning to snatch away the cultivator in Old Man Desolate Bone's hand.
With a casual swing to the left, he hurled him far away.
At the same time, his left hand clenched into a fist and slammed forward.
A simple straight punch, carrying ultimate power.
Layer upon layer of thin scales appeared before Old Man Desolate Bone.
Yet in the next instant, those seemingly indestructible scales crumpled beneath Lingxu's fist force like paper, shattering layer by layer.
The residual force of Lingxu's punch did not diminish. Like a raging torrent, it swept straight toward him.
Old Man Desolate Bone flew backward like a kite with its string severed.
Only after being blasted back a full hundred zhang did he barely manage to stop.
Old Man Desolate Bone did not dare hesitate in the slightest. He turned and fled at full speed.
He was so fast that explosive booms rang out, as if he were about to tear the entire space apart.
Lingxu smiled. "Didn't you say no one could kill