With a thunderous boom, a mass of black undead ghostfire erupted from the Dragon Witch King's fist. By his estimation, that punch should at least have sent Lin Qi flying a hundred meters away, while the undead ghostfire spewing from his fist ought to have inflicted tremendous damage on Lin Qi's Blood-Soaked Tiger Soul Armor. After all, it was merely a mid-grade divine artifact, whereas the number of high-grade divine artifacts destroyed by the Dragon Witch King's undead ghostfire was beyond counting.
Yet Lin Qi stood exactly where he was, utterly unmoved.
The Dragon Witch King lowered his head and stared in shock at Lin Qi, who was roughly a meter shorter than him. He felt as though his heavy punch had struck a small mountain. The mountain had suffered no harm at all, while his own fist had nearly shattered. What startled him even more was that his ever-effective undead ghostfire had indeed invaded the interior of the Blood-Soaked Tiger Soul Armor, but before it could erupt, an extraordinary power flooded the armor and swallowed every last spark of ghostfire in a single gulp.
"What... is this?" The Dragon Witch King stared at Lin Qi in horror.
Lin Qi's left hand clamped tightly around the Dragon Witch King's right fist. Smiling, he nodded at the Dragon Witch King, whose expanded body now stood over a meter taller than his own. "Well, unfortunately, my strength seems to be far greater than yours! I may not be very familiar with divine power, but when it comes to fighting with brute force... you really shouldn't have come near me!"
Before the Dragon Witch King could react, Lin Qi had already seized his body, swung him viciously through the air, and smashed him heavily into the ground. At the instant Lin Qi flung