A New Chapter: One Man Suppresses Two Dojos

Pain!

Zhan Feng felt cracks forming in the bones of his hand. It had been a long time since he had felt this in a True Immortal battle.

When he became a Four-time Limit Breaker, Gu Sheng and the others in his sect had already become Heavenly Grade Experts. At present, he had no competitors and was the sole exceptional Limit Breaker among True Immortals.

Therefore, at this level, in the True Immortal battles of Desolate Ridge, he had never suffered defeat and had always crushed his opponents.

Yet now, in a battle against a True Immortal from another True Saint Dojo, he had actually lost ground.

This was a humiliation. The so-called strongest True Immortal of Desolate Ridge had blood running from his fingers. It was hard for him to accept, and he had to reclaim this round.

He did not know whether the True Saint had personally taught disciples at his side, but he was currently the publicly acknowledged number one True Immortal of Desolate Ridge. He could not lose.

"I must win!" His conviction was firm.

The two great factions watching the battle were both staring intently.

Zhan Feng shone all over, dense symbols covering his body. In ancient times, they had once been considered corpse-spot patterns, but the Desolate Ridge True Saint had ultimately transformed them into Myriad Tribulation Marks!

For a time, his True Blood surged, his cultivation rose, and his flesh rumbled as though a starry sky were being born, wreathed in Myriad Tribulation Marks.

Wang Xuan was utterly fearless. He even deliberately planted his iron staff in the ground before charging forward barehanded. He refused to believe in evil omens and swung his fist straight at Zhan Feng.

Boom!

The punch was like the birth and extinction of a galaxy, a terrifying sight.