Boom!
The sky thundered as a colossal figure descended from above. Ten thousand zhang tall, brutish and merciless, he brought one foot stomping down toward Lin Huang, wild and overbearing, treating him like an ant.
Lin Huang raised an eyebrow. This earth-shaking battle intent had suddenly surged forth, stirring his heart and kindling his own desire to fight.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
A silent cry rang in everyone's hearts. Tunbao cried out, "Another freak just showed up. Who is this one supposed to be?! My poor little heart's going thump, thump!"
With a single stomp, his battle intent soared to the heavens. The newcomer possessed peerless talent, no less dazzling than Feng Dao, who had challenged Lin Huang.
Lin Huang threw a punch, shattering the void with overwhelming force.
The figure abruptly shrank, changing size at will until he was as tall as an ordinary man. With that simple transformation, he deflected Lin Huang's punch. His expressionless face unchanged, he swung a fist—exactly the same punch.
Lin Huang's face lit up with surprise. "Interesting. He copied my technique perfectly."
Rumble!
Their fists collided with earth-shaking force. Lin Huang and the newcomer each took a punch and staggered back three steps, evenly matched.
The sight left everyone stunned. It was as though Lin Huang had thrown two punches: one that hit the newcomer, and one that hit himself.
The bizarre turn of events even shocked Xue Linglong. A thought flashed through her mind, and she cried out, "Battle Saint Technique! Are you Yuan Zhan?!"
Her words sent a jolt through the crowd. Even the fearless Tunbao shuddered at Xue Linglong's cry, unable to believe it. "Y-Y-Yuan Zhan?! That mad killer Battle Saint who killed his wife to attain the Dao?!"
"I'm not him. One day, I'll kill him." The newcomer spoke coldly,