After those few simple words, the roar of the ferocious beasts grew ever more terrifying, and Sikong Jing's fist force suddenly shattered apart once again.
It transformed into countless small fists that came crashing down on Qu Hanming...
Qu Hanming's expression changed slightly. The fear he could not suppress deep in his heart intensified, yet he still did not draw a weapon. Instead, he threw punch after punch at Sikong Jing's Ten Thousand Beast Mad Demon Fist.
At this moment, Sikong Jing and a top-tier Emperor truly began their head-on clash.
Boom boom boom boom...
Two wildly explosive fist forces collided ceaselessly within the forest hunting grounds, shaking Xu He, Old Ghost Cold Soul, and the others until blood spilled from their mouths. Yet they still could not leave the domain of battle and could only endure it.
And if Sikong Jing and Qu Hanming had not deliberately kept the battle contained, Xu He and the others would already have been shaken to death by the aftershocks.
Watching the unending collision of fist forces...
The chief disciple of Northern Abyss Cold Mountain said with a chill in his voice, "Why? Why can Sikong Devil be this terrifying? A fifth-level King Realm cultivator can fight the Mountain Lord—is this a dream?"
Even now, they still refused to believe such a reality.
After all, Saint Martial Stage experts were far, far too scarce in the Central Plains.
Thus, top-tier Emperors represented the pinnacle of power across the Central Plains, the standard strength of every top-tier sect.
One, two, or several...
But aside from a handful of supreme super-sects such as Thousand Kings Holy Tower and Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, none could possibly possess more than ten top-tier Emperors. Even Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce did not have ten.
And now, someone was