Jin Tiantong's expression changed instantly.
"You can actually see through my cultivation...?"
For some reason,
Jin Tiantong suddenly sensed a powerful threat.
But it was already too late.
A cruel look swept across Li Yun's wicked face. Right in front of Jin Tiantong, he threw a straight punch.
It was an ordinary straight punch.
Plain and unadorned.
So simple it was almost painful.
Yet Jin Tiantong felt as though terrifying Fist Marks were converging into a raging tide from every direction—even from across endless space and time—and bearing down on him.
There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to dodge.
In that fleeting instant, Jin Tiantong could only unleash every last bit of his cultivation. Sage Constant Power nearly twenty-nine times that of a Peak Sage Constant erupted from him, forming a golden mountain before him.
That was right.
So-called Half-Step Ancestors were still Sage Constant cultivators.
They had merely broken through a limit ordinary Peak Sage Constants could not cross, accumulating more Sage Constant Power within themselves.
But even as Jin Tiantong unleashed it all, a crushing sense of suffocation seized him.
Li Yun's straight punch slammed into the golden mountain.
In that moment,
the boundless void froze.
Everything stood still.
There was no shockwave from the collision, no energy spilling outward.
There was only an immensely concentrated, restrained, terrifying force that drove into the golden mountain like a chisel and split it open.
The golden mountain cracked apart and shattered on the spot.
The punch lost none of its force as it struck Jin Tiantong next.
Bang!!
The heavy impact sent Jin Tiantong's body into a violent tremor.
He looked down instinctively.
Li Yun's fist had caved in his chest. A tremendous force pierced through him and burst out through his back.
A gaping, bloodied hole had opened in