Warrior Temple, It's Just So-So

Eight Extremes Heaven, Sui Ba.

The most core, most direct, purest move in Eight Extremes Heaven.

It gathered the strength of the entire body into a single point and unleashed it in an instant, seeking to break the whole with a point, force with force, strength with strength.

His right fist shot out from his waist, its knuckles meeting Ren Wokuang's Giant Spirit Battle Axe head-on.

Fist and axe blade collided in midair.

There was no sound.

Not because the collision made no sound, but because the sound of the collision was too loud, so loud that ears could not receive it at all. That sound had already surpassed the limits of human hearing and become an invisible shock wave that could not be perceived.

The shock wave spread in every direction from the point of collision, flipping up the stone bricks on the city wall, shattering the battlements, and hurling the warriors standing nearby into the air.

Ren Wokuang's Giant Spirit Battle Axe stopped in midair.

It had not stopped because he stopped it himself, but because Situ Xuan's fist had blocked it.

Situ Xuan's fist pressed against the axe blade. The skin over his knuckles had been cut open by the edge, and blood gushed from the wound, flowing down along the blade.

The force coming from his fist and the force coming from Ren Wokuang's axe blade reached a subtle balance at that moment.

Ren Wokuang's blood-red eyes suddenly widened.

His arms were trembling, not from fear, but because he was using every ounce of strength to force the blade down. Every muscle in his body spasmed, every tendon bulged, and every bone creaked and groaned.

He had poured all the strength of his Berserk State into this one axe strike, but he could not press it