But very soon, Gluttony came back to himself.
"Is that you?" His voice was low and deep, like muffled thunder under the earth.
"You killed four of my men? At the ninth level of Immortal Sovereign?"
You tightened your grip on the Dingjun Sword, gray Void Power flowing along the blade. You did not speak, only pointed the tip of the sword at him.
Gluttony looked at that gray current of air and fell silent for an instant.
Then he grinned. There was no contempt in that smile, no anger, only a pure greed that came from the bottom of his heart.
"What is that?"
He asked you, his voice carrying the curiosity of a child seeing a novel toy.
"Let me have a look."
He stretched out that enormous hand, covered in black nails, and grabbed toward you.
Peerless War King blocked in front of you.
He said nothing, only raised his fist. Dark gold light spilled from between his fingers, like a sun compressed to the absolute limit.
Gluttony's hand stopped in midair.
He looked at Peerless War King, at those amber eyes, at those fists stained all over with black blood.
"Peerless." His voice suddenly became very soft, so soft it was as if he were greeting an old friend.
"Are your fists still that hard now?"
The corner of Peerless War King's mouth hooked up slightly.
"If you come try them yourself, won't you know?"
Gluttony's hand clenched into a fist.
"Good," he said.
Two Great Emperors punched at the same time.
Boom!
The dark gold fist aura collided head-on with the pitch-black fist light.
The shockwave spread in all directions, leveling the ruins within a hundred li to the ground.
The shattered stones on the ground were blasted into the sky, then came smashing back