Enemies Throughout the World, Only One Punch Needed

After Li Yao summoned the Mage Tower and directly blocked the Gate's attack, he prepared to face the being from the Spirit Realm with overwhelming force.

That Gate in the sky—

It chickened out.

It began to fade away, and Li Yao laughed inside the Mage Tower.

You little bastard!

Now you knew fear?

He even shouted through an amplifier, "Your daddy is still your daddy. Once the big stick comes out, you still have to cower, right?"

Everyone: "..."

Old Man Lu squatted by the edge of the pit, unable to bear watching any longer.

Madam Qian, meanwhile, remained as gentle as ever. "Long time no see. Little Li is still so lively."

Old Man Lu immediately took offense at that.

That was lively? Don't tarnish that word, will you?

He was just a little shit!

Not synthetic leather—real leather! The snakeskin kind!

Madam Qian smiled. "Since we're all here, we might as well lend a hand. After all, opportunities like this are rare."

"Fine."

Layer upon layer of tremors immediately rang out from the void.

Old Man Lu was startled. There were actually people hidden in the Spirit Realm space here? Then again—

They were all seventh-rank big shots. His cultivation had fallen, and he was no longer at the same table as them.

As Madam Qian spoke, a howl suddenly rose from within the void. Layer upon layer of flames seeped from the Spirit Realm into reality—a vast expanse of blazing, dazzling, unruly golden-red fire.

The flames surged forward in layers, like fire on the other side of a pane of glass desperately trying to crowd through to this side.

Only later did Li Yao discover through the Magic Projection Screen—

Those weren't flames at all. They were clearly a fist.

An incomparably enormous fist, reaching from