The dust at the bottom of the pit had yet to settle.
A battered figure leaped out of the pit and landed on a pile of rubble beside the road.
It was the Black Dragon Holy Lord.
The Shadow Kill Cloak on his body had been torn in several places by the fist force, and his Dark Gold Robe was in tatters.
The surface of the Ninth-tier Ancient Shield was covered in fine cracks. It had clearly been badly damaged by that punch.
The hand gripping the ancient shield trembled slightly. The web between his thumb and forefinger had split, and dark red blood dripped from his fingers.
The Black Dragon Holy Lord raised his head and stared fixedly at the silver-armored figure standing with his hands behind his back.
His eyes were filled with shock.
There was even a trace of fear he could barely conceal!
With just one punch... he, a dignified Late Martial Saint, had used two Ninth-tier Supreme Defensive Treasures to block it with all his might.
And yet he had still been blasted into such a sorry state!
That ancient shield was a Ninth-tier defensive divine weapon personally forged by the cult leader. An ordinary Late Martial Saint's full-force strike might not even leave a mark on it.
But before Lin Changqing's punch, the ancient shield had been as fragile as paper.
"Ninth-tier Supreme Grade... That was definitely a Ninth-tier Supreme Grade martial art!"
The Black Dragon Holy Lord was rocked to his core.
The punch Lin Changqing had just unleashed was so terrifyingly powerful that he hadn't even had time to react.
If he hadn't activated his two defensive treasures in time, he would probably be a corpse by now.
He had lived for many years and seen countless Ninth-tier martial arts.
But he