Truly Overbearing!

Situ Xuan's fist drove forward again.

The muscles in his right arm bulged, his veins stood out, and his bones gave off crisp, cracking pops. His fist pushed forward an inch, and that crack widened with it.

Then Situ Xuan moved.

He did not retreat. He did not dodge. He charged straight ahead. His body turned into an afterimage as he slammed into that spatial rift.

Black light swallowed his figure.

After Situ Xuan entered, the rift began to slowly shrink, like a torn wound healing itself. But those violent spatial ripples were still spreading, still trembling, still carrying the residual force of that punch in every direction.

The old man stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

The fingers gripping his Ebony Cane trembled slightly, his lips parted a little, and his pupils widened bit by bit. Shock was written all over his face, not feigned shock, but shock from the depths of his heart, impossible to hide.

One punch.

Only one punch.

A Soul King had punched through the Space Barrier between two planes.

One had to know that even he, a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo, had to expend quite some effort before he could open the small plane of Dragon Valley at a specific time!

This made no sense.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he let out a long sigh.

There was shock in that sigh, helplessness, and something that could not quite be explained.

"Body Sect..."

The old man's voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

"You really are overbearing."

After entering Dragon Valley, Situ Xuan saw the vast, desolate scenery of this small world.

The sky was a murky dark yellow. There was no