To Pang Xie, Qin Jishi's words dripped with nothing but disdain.
"Hmph, Qin Jishi, you're at death's door, yet you still dare spout such wild boasts."
"Do you think I don't know?"
"The only reason you could evade my attacks earlier was because you had some speed. Now that Demon Suppressing Mountain has locked onto you, let's see how you escape."
"..."
Pang Xie was extremely confident in his own strength.
Put it this way!
In Pang Xie's eyes, Qin Jishi might be strong, but he was merely strong.
Hong Zhuang might have been right—Qin Jishi possessed the strength of the Divine Origin Realm.
But!
Most of his strength came from his speed.
Yes!
It could not be denied that speed was also a part of strength.
But before true strength, speed could sometimes seem utterly laughable.
Qin Jishi had now been locked onto by Demon Suppressing Mountain, its pressure blanketing his entire body.
Even if Qin Jishi truly possessed abilities capable of reaching the heavens and piercing the earth, he could not withstand his attack.
Facing the supremely confident Pang Xie!
The corners of Qin Jishi's lips lifted. "Brother Pang, your strength indeed gives you the capital to be proud."
"But it is only capital to be proud."
"What a pity!"
"Compared to me, you still fall somewhat short."
"Star-Plucking Hand!"
As those words left Qin Jishi's mouth, profound energy within his body poured into his arm at the fastest speed.
The next moment!
Profound energy surged, and the skies over the void changed with it.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Deafening booms rang out, as though this stretch of void were about to collapse.
"Break for me!"
"..."
As that mountain blotted out the sky and pressed down, Qin Jishi raised his hand to meet it.
Specks of starlight coiled around