"Boom! Boom! Boom—!"
Xia Ming threw punch after punch without the slightest pause.
Brilliant golden fist light poured down like a torrential storm, every blow carrying terrifying force capable of tearing space apart.
They thundered toward Tang San and Ning Rongrong.
His assault was unending, as though he would never exhaust himself.
Golden light exploded through the void of the God Realm, dyeing half the sky in dazzling gold.
Xia Ming's aura rose steadily throughout the battle.
Originally, with Ning Rongrong's amplification, Tang San had still been able to barely maintain the upper hand and suppress his opponent somewhat.
Relying on the slaughtering power of the Asura God Position and Ning Rongrong's amplification, he had once forced Xia Ming back again and again.
However, as the battle continued, the situation was quietly reversing.
Xia Ming was rapidly stabilizing the instability caused by his sudden leap in cultivation.
He had become a god only a very short time ago.
After such immense power had flooded into his body, an unsteady foundation and unstable aura had been unavoidable.
Yet in this high-intensity battle,
every collision helped temper that unstable power into something more solid.
His aura became increasingly steady and weighty at a visible rate, and his strength grew greater by the moment.
Tang San's expression was exceedingly grim. He vaguely sensed it.
Xia Ming was still building momentum.
His opponent had not unleashed all his strength, but was continuously gathering it.
Like a bowstring being drawn back slowly, each additional inch accumulated even more terrifying power.
When he truly erupted, it would surely be a heaven-shattering blow capable of changing the entire battlefield.
With that in mind, Tang San protected Ning Rongrong as he slowly moved toward another region of the God Realm.
He did not dare retreat rashly, because the