Golden light blazed dazzlingly. A true dragon coiled for a thousand meters, standing above Hengtian Hall, its Dragon's Roar deafening.
Lin Jie's terrified howl was completely drowned out.
One force broke ten thousand laws!
Before absolute power, all rules were destroyed. The place where he stood was crushed by the surging force into a vacuum.
Before the fist even arrived, the immense pressure of the vacuum had already squeezed blood from every pore of his body.
Suddenly, an icy flash streaked past. Hui Lian Saintess stood before him, her palm condensing frost as she blocked Chu Tian's strike.
Boom!
The muffled thunder-like sound pierced eardrums, leaving nearby sect disciples dazed as blood burst from their ears, noses, and eyes.
Terrifying mental shockwaves, accompanied by powerful cold air, spread in all directions like a tsunami, blasting dozens—perhaps over a hundred—people away.
At that moment, Lin Jie's scream of utmost terror pierced the heavens.
Hiding behind Hui Lian Saintess, he finally found his voice, and it was filled with endless fear of death.
He had truly never imagined that he might die.
He was only fourteen. Born into the utmost nobility and blessed with extraordinary talent, he had been surrounded by adoration since childhood, with countless people revolving around him. He had never imagined that one day, he would come so close to death.
Lin Jie could feel that if Chu Tian's fist came down, he would undoubtedly die. Strength surpassing fifty million jin was like a towering mountain crashing down from the sky. In an instant, he would be pulverized into flesh paste by that terrifying power, turned into a mist of blood, leaving neither corpse nor bones behind.
Covered in blood, Lin Jie's entire body trembled violently. As he looked at Chu Tian, endless fear, pleading, dread, suffocation, and countless