"Haha, calling for help didn't work, did it!" Although he had no idea why the Zhongtian Emperor Lord had disappeared after taking one step, the Ninth Heaven Immortal didn't care about that. He took advantage of Siming's distraction and struck first.
Siming had still been wondering why the Emperor Lord had not come over when a scorching fist slammed into his face, followed by a fist of extreme cold. The two alternated, scorching and freezing, forcing Siming backward nonstop as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Although Siming was bleeding, he had not actually suffered any serious injuries. His bone armor had withstood the vast majority of the attacks.
Siming was a civil official in the Great Qian Dynasty, but he had not become Siming merely because he was eloquent. He simply had no desire to spend his effort handling state affairs. Otherwise, the Zhongtian Emperor Lord would never have found it so easy to become emperor.
Siming's fist intent was unparalleled. Immortal blood boiled as he shook both arms and struck the Ninth Heaven Immortal sideways.
The powers of extreme yin and extreme yang alternated around the Ninth Heaven Immortal's body. A Tribulation Transcendence cultivator would be burned to charcoal or frozen into ice crystals by the slightest contact, but Siming wore bone gloves and had no fear of fighting the Ninth Heaven Immortal head-on.
Bone spikes even sprouted from the gloves. Siming seemed to be gripping brass knuckles, and every blow he landed on the Ninth Heaven Immortal inflicted injury.
Both of them had absolute confidence in their own strength, and both possessed an aura of supreme arrogance, as if they alone stood above all others. They roared at the same time, determined to crush the other. Terrifying auras swept across the heavens and earth. The