"Bang."
Lu Zhiqiang suddenly stomped hard on the ground. The concrete floor instantly cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading in all directions.
The next second, his figure vanished from the spot, moving so fast that afterimages appeared.
When he reappeared in front of Lin Li, the fierce wind he brought up scattered the dust around them. Only then did his subordinates barely react.
"Die."
A deafening roar rang out. Lu Zhiqiang's sandbag-sized fist glowed with a faint golden light, containing terrifying power. Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, it slammed viciously toward Lin Li's chest.
The wind of the punch howled with an oppressive force, making the air around them seem to freeze.
Lin Li's gaze sharpened. Daring not to be careless in the slightest, he instantly raised the Cold Soul Hammer and held it horizontally in front of his chest.
"Clang..."
A piercing metallic collision rang out as Lu Zhiqiang's fiercely powerful punch struck the Cold Soul Hammer.
The tremendous force traveled through the hammerhead. Lin Li's arm went numb, and both his feet left the ground in an instant. His whole body flew backward out of the warehouse as if he had been hit by a cannonball.
When he landed, he staggered backward four or five steps before steadying himself. Deep footprints had been stamped into the ground beneath his feet.
Lin Li shook his slightly numb arm. Feeling the terrifying power unleashed by his opponent's punch, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, and he exclaimed sincerely,
"Second-Order High Stage strength, yet he can actually wield this kind of power? And without using an ability, at that. This man's physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary Cultivators."
Compared with Lin Li's surprise, Lu Zhiqiang was equally shocked by Lin Li's swift reaction.
He was confident that this