"So fast!"
Lang Beijiang was terrified to the extreme. Every hair on his body stood on end, every cell trembling as if he were facing Death itself. It was as though, in that instant, even his soul had frozen.
It was not that his Divine Wolf Eye was insufficiently powerful. Xia Ping's speed was simply far, far too fast—even lightning was inadequate to describe it.
His eyes had clearly seen the trajectory of Xia Ping's punch, yet by the time he saw it, that fist was already before his chest. All that remained on his retina was an afterimage.
And even seeing it was useless, because such speed exceeded the limits of his neural reflexes. Before he could even think of counterattacking, the fist had already come crashing down.
Boom!
This punch was incomparably vicious. It carried the strike of a Divine Elephant and drew upon the mana from Xia Ping's nine seas of consciousness. Its unleashed might could shift mountains, fill seas, pluck stars, and seize the moon.
Even a mighty expert of the Dharma Image Realm could not withstand such a violent punch. It was like being trampled by a Divine Elephant—enough to crush even a planet into pieces.
Rumble!
The void shook. Lang Beijiang let out a shrill scream as his chest was instantly pierced through by the fist, blood spraying out as though it cost nothing.
"Impossible... I-I'm dead?!"
Lang Beijiang's eyes widened. He still could not believe it, staring fixedly at the fist that had pierced his chest as intense pain spread through his entire body, stabbing into every cell.
Yet the formidable vitality of a Dharma Image Realm expert kept him from dying immediately.
"Yes. You're already dead."
Xia Ping's expression remained calm.
"Impossible! I, Lang Beijiang, am the young lord of the Wolf