That world-destroying punch came crashing down. Anyone with even slightly weaker cultivation would likely have been crushed into a pulp by the pressure on the spot.
Pang Ban had been waiting for his chance. The timing and angle of this punch were exquisite to the extreme, leaving the target nowhere to evade, even if the opponent was a Grandmaster.
The punch clearly struck the Sky-Connecting Shaman, yet Pang Ban showed no joy whatsoever, because the Sky-Connecting Shaman's figure directly turned into a flock of black crows, which his punch blasted apart in all directions.
Several yards away, the black crows gathered again and re-formed the Sky-Connecting Shaman's body. Though his face was hidden behind a mask, the gravity in his eyes showed that the blow had clearly not been easy to endure.
Before he could catch his breath, the boundless sea of blood, seemingly prepared for this all along, wrapped around him like a shadow. The black crows swirling about him turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished upon touching the sea of blood, while the blood sea mixed with skulls likewise dissolved somewhat.
Temujin spun at high speed, shooting toward the center of the blood sea like a spiraling arrow. In an instant, the two exchanged several palm strikes.
This was not a tournament match. From the very beginning, they had intended to kill, to determine both superiority and life or death. Neither side held anything back, each seeking to grievously injure the other in the shortest time possible. After several exchanges, Temujin retreated swiftly, his face somewhat pale. He had clearly suffered no light injuries in that clash.
The Sky-Connecting Shaman was in even worse condition. Temujin could regulate his breathing, but he could only force himself to hold on as he faced Pang Ban, who pursued