Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
In an instant, Emperor Gran made his move, throwing punch after punch.
In the span of a single second, he unleashed over a thousand punches. Every one of them was a dragon fist condensed from the power of ice.
Each fist seemed like an ice dragon reborn into the world, lifelike and roaring toward the heavens. At their cores were Divine Ability Talismans, drawing upon the icy power of heaven and earth.
At once, over a thousand ice dragons charged toward Xia Ping. Terrifying cold spread through the surrounding space, as though it had turned everything within a thousand miles into a world of ice and snow.
"So powerful!"
The many Dragon-Man Kings were horrified. The Dragon-Man Race's divine ability, Thousand Dragon Fist, was one of their supreme divine abilities. Once unleashed, it was like a thousand dragons assaulting a city; a single strike could destroy a city inhabited by hundreds of millions, its power even more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.
Not to mention that the one using this martial divine ability was Emperor Gran—an Emperor Realm expert capable of wielding the power of heaven and earth. The force he brought forth was on an entirely different level.
If they were in his place and faced this martial divine ability themselves, they likely would not last even a second before being blasted to dust and wiped from existence.
"Not bad."
Xia Ping raised a brow. He, too, felt the enormous pressure radiating from Emperor Gran. As expected of a Treasure Refining Realm cultivator—even if he was merely a native of Dragon God Continent who had never survived in the cosmos.
Still, relying on the Dragon-Man Race's bloodline, he was considerably stronger than an ordinary Treasure Refining Realm cultivator.
But if his opponent were not like this—if