Bang!
The enormous golden fist shot forth like a cannonball. The instant it struck the black curtain before Hun Jing, it shattered it apart, then continued unstoppably toward Hun Jing behind it.
Buzzz...
The moment his defenses were shattered, a buzzing sound rang out in Hun Jing's mind.
Though his mind was blank at that moment, an instant later, he could clearly feel the pressure of death descending upon him. If he did not dodge, his physical body—and perhaps even his soul—would be blasted apart the next moment.
Damn it...
Cursing inwardly, Hun Jing no longer cared about the wager they had made earlier. He hurriedly moved, instantly retreating several hundred zhang and narrowly avoiding the golden fist.
"What? Hun Jing didn't even dare receive a single move?!"
In the distant sky, Hun Yan, who was confronting Yao Dan, had fury flashing in his eyes.
According to the wager Hun Jing and Lu Chuan had made earlier, if Hun Jing was defeated or retreated within three punches, he was to become Lu Chuan's servant. Naturally, the Soul Clan would never honor such terms.
However, that would leave the Four Demon Saints of the Soul Clan with a reputation for breaking their word.
"Hun Jing, you've really made something of yourself. Do you still want that old face of yours?"
The next moment, Hun Yan disregarded their years of friendship and mocked Hun Jing.
"Stop spouting nonsense! If I hadn't run from that punch just now, I probably wouldn't even have the chance to speak here now. If my life is gone, what the hell is credibility worth?!"
Hearing Hun Yan's mocking words, Hun Jing flew into a rage.
"The Demon Saint's might has likely reached the pinnacle of this world. Only a handful of people can contend with him... Today,