That Old Coot Was All Talk

Dense black mist gathered around Ghost Douluo's fist, forming a thick layer of black armor.

Rich Nether Soul Power coiled around his fist. With a howling gust of wind, it smashed viciously toward Sea Ghost Douluo's fish claw!

"Bang!"

Two utterly different forces collided fiercely, unleashing a deafening roar.

The chill of the netherworld and the fury of the deep sea intertwined at the point of impact, forming visible rings of air ripples that spread wildly in every direction.

The sea was whipped into waves three meters high by the shockwave. Even the distant warships swayed several times, while the Soul Power in the air became chaotic.

Ghost Douluo stood where he was without budging, and even his black robes did not flutter in the slightest.

Sea Ghost Douluo, meanwhile, looked as though he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His body staggered uncontrollably backward five or six steps before he barely managed to steady himself.

Sea Ghost Douluo's face instantly turned deathly pale, his pupils filled with shock.

A streak of bright red blood seeped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin and dripping onto the sea, where it spread into a small crimson stain.

"You're truly weak."

"That punch just now used less than one-fifth of my strength."

Ghost Douluo looked at the battered Sea Ghost Douluo, his voice full of contempt.

"W-What? One-fifth of your strength?"

Sea Ghost Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. The pallor on his face instantly turned ashen, and his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was one of Sea God Island's Seven Holy Pillars, a guardian personally chosen by Lord Sea God!

Yet he could not even withstand one-fifth of the other man's strength?

The enormous gap nearly shattered his confidence completely.

After a brief daze, Sea Ghost Douluo suddenly