Zhu Rong remained silent. The vast gap in strength before him truly left no room for him to speak.
"Since you launched the first attack just now, then as a courtesy returned in kind, I'll give you one as well."
A faint smile curled across Gong Gong's lips. In almost the same instant, his voice, which had come from far away, suddenly appeared before Zhu Rong.
"Fall!"
He let out a low roar.
Gong Gong's enormous fist swiftly appeared before Zhu Rong's eyes. Then stars burst across his vision, and he was sent flying backward.
His massive body crashed into the cliffside, smashing loose a swath of rubble.
Gong Gong slowly approached Zhu Rong, the cold sneer still lingering on his face.
"Once one reaches the Saint realm, all techniques are empty displays. I need only the most ordinary attack to leave you battered and bruised, utterly unable to resist."
Zhu Rong had indeed been struck so hard by that punch that his mind was muddled. Even opening his eyes felt difficult.
"What kind of Saint are you... You merely rely on burning life to gain powerful strength... That strength... hasn't reached the Saint realm yet..."
Zhu Rong spoke in broken fragments, and the flames on his body seemed to have been extinguished by that punch.
"Is that so..."
Gong Gong spoke softly.
Suddenly, one hand clamped around Zhu Rong's neck and lifted him high into the air.
"But even so, it is already enough to deal with you."
His words were cruel, but they were true.
Their previous battle had already left both sides gravely wounded. Zhu Rong's injuries had merely been slightly better, but only slightly better. He would have held certain victory against the dying Gong Gong, but now...
"Now, if I wanted to kill you, it