"Is that all the strength you've got?"
Shen Que spoke in a deep, muffled voice, like a massive drum echoing through a cavern.
"That's not even enough to scratch an itch."
He abruptly shook both arms, and a violent surge of bloodline power erupted from within him.
Dark red waves swept outward in every direction, blasting Liu Madman back several yards.
He stepped forward with his right foot, leaning his twenty-foot-tall body slightly forward. The reddish-brown hair covering him bristled, making him look like an enraged primordial beast.
He clenched his right hand into a fist, gathering bloodline power of staggering density over his knuckles.
Within the dark red radiance, countless intricate patterns of law could faintly be seen pulsing wildly.
"Mountain-Splitting Fist."
His punch tore through space as though it were made of paper.
A pitch-black fissure as thick as a water vat spread from his knuckles, extending straight toward Liu Madman.
Before the wind of the punch even reached him, its savage pressure sent Liu Madman's tattered cloth robe snapping behind him.
It exposed the rows of ribs beneath his robe, each one clearly visible.
Liu Madman's pupils contracted, but the smile on his face grew even more crazed.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, stamping his right foot forward like a moth plunging into a blazing flame.
He brought his hands together, interlaced his fingers, and turned his palms toward the sky, gathering a golden mass of martial dao law between them.
That mass of law was only the size of a fist, yet it exuded an overwhelmingly fierce and tyrannical aura, like a golden sun compressed to its utmost limit.
"Martial Dao: Vajra Crown."
He thrust both hands upward. The golden mass of law swelled abruptly, transforming into a golden shield of light before him.
Shen Que's