The Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown flickered, while the vortex-like nebula beneath his feet had already expanded as vast as the universe, blanketing the sky for a million li around.
The moment Holy Lord Weiyang appeared, his imposing aura bore down aggressively, forcing Kun Tongming to take half a step back.
Kun Tongming could sense that Holy Lord Weiyang was at the peak of the Great Saint realm, one level below his own early-stage Ancient God realm.
However, Kun Tongming knew perfectly well that this gap of a single realm meant little to Holy Lord Weiyang. After all, Weiyang Holy Land possessed an ancient lineage and countless supreme mystical arts and secret techniques, more than enough to make up for some of the disparity in cultivation.
Thus, Holy Lord Weiyang's entrance alone still forced Kun Tongming back half a step, adding a trace of wariness to his gaze.
But that was all!
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Kun Tongming spat disdainfully, "Just another piece of trash!"
Xue Wenqi, the Holy Son of Weiyang Holy Land, furiously rebuked him, "Bastard! How dare you humiliate our Holy Lord like this!"
Kun Tongming sneered and ignored Xue Wenqi. Instead, he clenched his fist, gathered the strongest spiritual energy, and threw a thunderous punch at Holy Lord Weiyang.
"Let this young master see just how capable you are!"
"Asura Sacred Fist!"
Hum~
The skies for three hundred thousand li wailed mournfully, growing heavy beneath Kun Tongming's punch.
Kun Tongming's fist force transformed into a black colossal dragon that opened its maw and bit down at Holy Lord Weiyang.
In everyone's eyes, this punch was at least fifty percent stronger than the three punches he had used against Peng Zhongde earlier!
Holy Lord Weiyang's white robes billowed around him as a surge