Slaughter God Island, the arena.
Pan Hun rose from the ground, and a surging aura of Dao God Peak cultivation burst forth from him. A storm swirled around his body.
Gale winds howled, thunder roared, the heavens and earth dimmed, and the surrounding space faintly began to ripple.
Lin Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the terrifying power radiating from Pan Hun.
This power far surpassed that of other Dao God martial artists at the same cultivation realm.
"Sure enough, after martial artists reach the Dao God Realm, their strength can no longer be judged solely by their cultivation realm."
"They possess long lifespans. Aside from cultivation, they can do many other things."
"For example, pill refinement, weapon forging, Gu Cultivation... They have countless methods at their disposal. That is their true strength."
Lin Bai could tell that the strength Pan Hun was displaying had not reached the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm, yet it far surpassed that of ordinary Dao God Peak martial artists.
"Hmph! Die!"
As his aura surged, Pan Hun's eyes suddenly widened. With a tap of his toes, he shot forward.
His entire body was like a cannonball fired at Lin Bai.
He thrust out a punch, setting off a sonic boom. The surrounding space was blasted open with cracks by that single fist.
"What the hell!"
"Senior Brother Pan Hun's first move is already a killing move?"
"This is Senior Brother Pan Hun's Nine Demon Serpent Dragon Fist, which he has cultivated for many years."
Many martial artists recognized Pan Hun's fist technique.
The blazing aura swirling around his body transformed into a menacing, clawing dragon and a serpent-dragon flicking its tongue.
One dragon and one serpent coiled around him, making his entire figure look especially ferocious and terrifying.
As he threw his punch, the