Jiang Daoyi flashed and arrived directly before Jiang Hao. He looked at Jiang Hao in white clothes before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Brother Jiang, this speed at which your strength improves truly makes the rest of us feel ashamed."
Jiang Daoyi shook his head with a bitter smile. "That Yuan Wudao has a deep foundation; when he fought me just now, his demonic might was supreme, yet facing you, he couldn't even take a single punch."
Jiang Daoyi recalled that scene just then.
A single punch manifested the phantoms of six realms, directly suppressing the void.
That destructive and irresistible mighty force made even him, someone who had been watching from the sidelines, feel a wave of hard-to-suppress heart palpitations.
Hearing this, Jiang Hao maintained an easygoing expression and waved his hand.
"Just good luck."
Jiang Hao's tone was calm as he casually replied, "I gained some insights during closed-door cultivation a few days ago, and luckily broke through a tiny bit."
Hearing this understated reply, Jiang Daoyi opened his mouth, completely speechless.
Throwing a punch with such terrifying might that it directly smashed the Ancient Devil Race's number one Heaven's Pride into a hundred-zhang-deep pit in the ground like a tattered sack.
Could this be called good luck?
Could this be called breaking through a tiny bit?
Jiang Daoyi sighed, deciding simply not to reply.
He feared that if he kept chatting, the Dao heart he had managed to reshape with such difficulty would suffer a heavy blow once more.
Below.
The streets and various places of Heavenly Star Lord City.
After a brief, deathly stillness, countless people snapped out of their daze.
Immediately following that, an uproar erupted everywhere.
"A single move."
"It really was a single move to decide the victory."
A middle-aged man