The wind howled, and a murderous chill filled heaven and earth.
The blood of four Peak Dao Seeds dyed the sky red, pouring down like a torrential rain.
The Ultimate Beings stared at the scene in astonishment, utterly dumbfounded.
Ning Tianhe was a disciple of the True Sage Sect, an unparalleled genius whose name had shaken half of North Nether.
He had just won a glorious victory, overwhelming Cui Zhenli, a fellow Peak expert, and had forged an almost invincible presence.
Yet such an astonishingly gifted powerhouse had been blasted apart with a single punch.
Even Cui Zhenli, who had just been defeated and knew full well how powerful Ning Tianhe was, could not help gasping, his eyes wide.
What a terrifying feat! Facing a top giant of the same realm, the belated Fang Yong had thrown just one punch. One punch alone had swept everything away.
Splash!
For a moment, the entire area fell deathly still, sinking into soundless silence. Only the torrential rain of blood continued to fall, sweeping through everyone's hearts like a raging tsunami.
Their emotions surged as they looked up at the tall, heroic figure in midair. In their daze, his figure seemed to grow immense, bursting through the heavens, dazzling as a blazing sun hanging overhead.
"Dao Brother!!!"
No one was more excited than Di San. From hope to disappointment, and now to this surging elation, no one understood his feelings better than he did.
The honored position could be his, right there for the taking!
Boom!
The Dao Sound grew louder, and the four Peak experts who had been blown apart reconstructed their bodies.
At their level of strength, dying was not so easy, even if they wanted to.
Ning Tianhe's figure appeared once more, but he no longer seemed so impossibly lofty.