The war chariot streaked across the heavens, quickly leaving Yunjin City and plunging into the clouds, crushing banks of white cloud beneath its wheels. Along the way, quite a few people looked up to watch.
War chariots were not particularly powerful, nor were they especially fast. In truth, they were not very useful.
Yet in the Five Great Regions, such things symbolized status and influence. Even if an ordinary faction had the means to forge one, they would not dare use it. If their reputation was not grand enough, they could easily get beaten up.
Like the war chariot Li Tianming and Sun Wu were driving—even though this was Beiding Continent, any Martial King here would recognize the Huoyun Cave emblem at a glance. No matter how dissatisfied they were, they could only swallow their anger.
Had it borne some unrecognizable emblem, it would have been shot down back in Yunjin City.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a giant hand reached out from the depths of the clouds, shattering the clouds across the sky as it slammed toward the war chariot.
"You've got some nerve!"
Li Tianming's voice rang out from inside the chariot. The next moment, he shot out and threw a punch at the giant hand.
The aura of a peak Martial King spread from his body, and in an instant, the winds and clouds churned.
Yang Tao's refusal to give Huoyun Cave face had already filled him with rage. This punch was thrown with hatred behind it, and its power was heaven-shaking.
A massive fist imprint flew from his hand and rapidly swelled, colliding with the giant palm in an instant.
Bang!
Li Tianming's entire body shook, and his expression changed at once. He felt a vast, immense force crashing down upon him, shattering his fist imprint instantly.
The giant