Wang Ao brought his palm down, and the Lost Realm gained its own heaven and earth.
The sky was that palm; the earth was about to perish!
The Blood King was powerful enough that he could certainly withstand this palm. But he had indeed felt a trace of helplessness before this Human Race powerhouse.
In every sense, Martial Dao cultivators who had reached this level were the bane of his Blood Core Supernatural Power.
That was because Martial Dao cultivators focused on refining their bodies, and their control over their qi and blood far surpassed that of cultivators who followed other paths.
Their sinews, bones, flesh, and blood were all forged into one.
The Blood King could use his Blood Core Supernatural Power to control blood and easily decide an opponent's life or death, but it was difficult for him to shake the qi and blood of a Martial Dao cultivator—not impossible, but it would take a hundred or a thousand times the effort. In a high-level clash, that was enough to prove fatal.
In a fight against Wang Ao, his greatest advantage was practically nullified.
He had received the reports and heard of the Human Race junior's boast, something along the lines of, "The Blood King? I'd say he's nothing special." White Elephant King's explanation had also long since been delivered to him.
He had come here to see whether the Human Race truly had a prodigy like Jiaoming emerging, and whether White Elephant King had dared to deceive him.
Personally teaching that arrogant junior a lesson was also a convenient way to crush Ding Wei Floating Island and prepare for his later plans against Futu Pure Land.
Everything had seemed perfectly natural and reasonable.
But the moment this Martial Man, Wang Ao, appeared, he immediately grew intensely wary.