Tang Luo casually shook the Fortune Sovereign by the head, then clenched his hand into a fist.
He crushed the Fortune Sovereign's head on the spot.
The Fortune Sovereign's body scattered apart, trying to take the chance to flee.
Fighting was out of the question. Even his meticulously prepared killing blow had been blocked by the other side.
The Fortune Sovereign knew full well how vast the gap between them was. Running away was nothing shameful—it was called a tactical retreat.
Nothing embarrassing about that!
However, the Life-and-Death Buddha Land still had the Fortune Sovereign locked on. Facing the enemy who had vanished once more, Tang Luo taunted again, "Look at me, little bastard!"
Taunts required a target to be identified before they could be used, but they had no limit on the number of targets.
As though time had reversed, the Fortune Sovereign "reassembled" before Tang Luo. Without a word, he threw a punch.
Extreme malice erupted along with that punch.
A torrent of misfortune coiled around his fist. It was not merely a destructive attack—this punch could unleash endless "additional damage."
Aside from the force of the punch itself, the effects of that misfortune were the truly lethal part.
To give a simple example, if an injured person was struck, even if the punch itself was not strong enough to seriously harm them, their existing injuries would instantly flare up and worsen under the torrent of misfortune.
It was not the Blood-Red Fortune Blade's slow, continuous effect.
The sudden eruption of injuries could very well make an opponent kill themselves.
But the premise was that this punch had to hurt the opponent to some extent.
Only then could the damage be amplified from one to ten, or even a hundred.
If it could not even break through their