Huangfu Chaoxiong fell onto the snowy ground, filled with endless unwillingness.
On the ground.
Huangfu Chaoxiong's corpse stared wide-eyed,
unable to die in peace.
As a Martial Artist of Huangfu Chaoxiong's level,
he could accept his own defeat and death.
After all, who in this world had never been defeated?
But.
Huangfu Chaoxiong could not accept dying to Ren Xiaoyao's casual punch.
That punch had clearly surpassed the understanding of Huangfu Chaoxiong, a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist.
It would not have been an exaggeration to call it the most resplendent punch in this world.
How could it have been Ren Xiaoyao's casual punch?
At this moment.
Everyone on the ground came back to their senses as well. Looking at Huangfu Chaoxiong's corpse on the ground and the clouds dispersing from the heavens, they only felt their hearts pounding wildly.
"What happened?"
"Am I still dreaming?!"
Ying Huai only felt his legs go weak. How terrifying had Huangfu Chaoxiong been? Yet he had actually been killed with one punch by that figure soaring on clouds and riding mist above the heavens?
"Martial Dao!"
"So Martial Dao can reach such heights?"
Fang Yuan exchanged a glance with General Wang Yaojie.
Both saw the terror in each other's eyes.
They were both True Man Realm Martial Artists, figures considered the ceiling of Martial Dao in the martial world. Yet now, they sorrowfully discovered that they were no ceiling at all—they were still merely floor tiles.
"I... I... this..."
Li Chunfeng's body trembled as well. He was the only one who knew Ren Xiaoyao's identity.
His heart was also the most shaken.
Previously, Li Chunfeng had merely heard that Ren Xiaoyao had killed the Evil King, who was at the Transcendent Realm, and that the strength of his Martial Dao was already beyond ordinary