This punch contained eighty percent of his strength.
He drove the Imperial Supreme World-Shaking Fist to its utmost limit, his fist gang bursting from his body and transforming into a golden True Dragon a hundred zhang long.
The golden dragon was lifelike, its head savage, its eyes blazing like torches, its body winding and coiling, every scale and claw distinct. Each piece of armor-like scale flashed with dazzling golden light beneath the sun.
Its dragon roar shook heaven and earth, as though an ancient True Dragon had awakened from its slumber and was about to devour all things in the world.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!!
The hundred-zhang golden dragon descended from the heavens, carrying an earth-destroying, heaven-shattering might as it struck down at Lin Qing's head.
Wherever the fist gang passed, the air was compressed until it gave off piercing detonations, like a thousand thunderbolts exploding at once, jolting everyone's eardrums with pain.
Even the air around the arena was drawn in by this punch, forming a massive vortex of airflow that swept up every fragment of stone and speck of dust from the ground, like a tornado linking heaven and earth.
Everyone below the stage watched this scene in shock, their faces pale and lips trembling.
Some instinctively took a step back. Some unconsciously clenched their fists. Others even felt their legs going weak.
The power of this punch had already far exceeded their understanding of a Fourth-Step Martial Saint.
"Th-this... is this power something a Mid Fourth Tier cultivator can unleash?"
A middle-aged martial artist spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes full of disbelief.
"No, the power of this punch is already no weaker than an attack from a Late Fourth Tier powerhouse."
"Prince Zhu Li's Imperial Supreme World-Shaking Fist has actually improved to such a degree!"
"Can