Dead silence fell over the scene.
All the Heretical Cultivators stood rooted to the spot, disbelief written across their faces.
A thousand Nether Soldiers, gone just like that?
This was far too terrifying!
The Nether General's expression turned utterly grim as well.
His Nether Soldiers had actually been dealt with so easily?
Just where had these flames come from?
"Who exactly are you?"
The Nether General asked in a low voice, a trace of wariness in his eyes.
How could the mortal realm have such a formidable cultivator, along with flames that countered nether souls?
Su Ming did not answer. His figure flashed as he took the initiative to attack.
He moved so fast that he appeared before the Nether General in an instant.
Although the Nether General stood a hundred feet tall, making Su Ming look like an ant before him, Su Ming's aura was not the slightest bit weaker.
"Take my fist!"
The Nether General roared, his fist smashing toward Su Ming with the force of ten thousand tons.
Su Ming neither dodged nor evaded, meeting it with a punch of his own.
Boom!
Their fists collided with a dull thud.
The Nether General's massive body shuddered violently, and he staggered backward.
Large amounts of black mist dispersed from his fist, worsening his injuries.
Su Ming, meanwhile, stood exactly where he was, without budging an inch.
The difference between them was clear at once.
"Impossible! How can your strength be so great?!"
The Nether General was both shocked and furious.
He was a Nether General, with physical strength far beyond cultivators of the same rank. How could he lose to a human in a contest of strength?
Su Ming said nothing. Giving him no respite after gaining the upper hand, he charged forward again.
His speed reached its