Faced with a punch capable of pulverizing a thousand-zhang mountain peak, Luo Hong showed not the slightest panic. Instead, his eyes brimmed with barely restrained excitement.
It was as if the punch Blood Asura had paid such a tremendous price to throw at him was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Just before the colossal bloody fist reached him, Luo Hong's right arm suddenly vanished. Then, an indescribably terrifying aura erupted from his body!
This aura came neither from Spiritual Pressure nor from the fierce bird aura from before. Rather, it was the image of a person that suddenly weighed upon everyone's hearts.
Looking at its face, it was Luo Hong himself!
Grasping Heaven and Earth Force, revealing the might of startling thunder!
There was no flourish in the collision between flesh and flesh. Luo Hong seemed to merge entirely into this punch. A streak of white lightning effortlessly pierced through Blood Asura's gigantic arm, reducing the flesh and blood along its path to powder.
Immediately afterward, the streak of lightning struck Blood Asura squarely in the chest.
Compared to the massive Blood Asura, the white lightning was as tiny as a toothpick. Yet at that moment, a muffled thunderous boom rang out, and Blood Asura plunged straight down like a meteor.
The instant his chest was struck, the demonic soul realized his fate in horror. He had only ever felt that fleeting aura from the other party on a Holy Ancestor.
That sort of power was absolutely not something a mere Nascent Soul cultivator could possess!
At the final moment of his life, the demonic soul could not help but ask:
"Who exactly are you?!"
"A cultivator of Yellow Maple Valley, Luo Hong!"
Facing this Ancient Demon that had been entangled with him since the Foundation Establishment stage,