"Master truly created a formidable divine ability."
Green Ox and Cat Immortal, watching from the side, were also full of admiration. They were both well-traveled old monsters; how could they not recognize the terror of Xia Ping's punch? It had simply surpassed the limits of a Middle Ancient Saint.
With one punch, the laws of spacetime transformed into a spacetime millstone, relentlessly grinding away all matter within spacetime. It could even drag an enemy's soul into the spacetime millstone.
Once that happened, the enemy would fall into a state of spacetime confusion.
Only a second might pass in the outside world, but a hundred million years would pass within the spacetime millstone. As the four seasons endlessly alternated, the enemy's soul memories would be worn away bit by bit.
Even if this force could not kill the enemy's soul, as long as it ground their memories into a blank sheet of paper, it was equivalent to killing them—eradicating the very concept of that life itself.
It was somewhat like a soul drinking Meng Po Soup, its memories of past lives wiped away completely.
"Damned brat, stop at once."
"Attack! Kill this bizarre fellow."
The other four Middle Ancient Saints of the Black Tortoise Clan were shocked and enraged at the sight. They had thought that with an Ancient Saint from their clan making a move, killing a mere Middle Ancient Saint would be as easy as taking something from one's hand.
But how could they have imagined that after merely one strike, their Black Tortoise Clan's Ancient Saint would be driven into desperate straits, seemingly beaten half to death by a single punch and plunged into spacetime confusion?
If this continued, their Black Tortoise Clan's Ancient Saint might truly be slain by this Middle Ancient Saint. What kind of joke