481 Vast Difference

The Asura Dragon Fist swung forth, its fist seal churning like a flood dragon. All manner of light surged and clashed, as though a primordial giant dragon were carving open chaos.

Boom!

Before the fist even arrived, a surge of hidden killing intent came roaring in. He Ping could feel that this punch had locked onto him; its terrifying pressure tore at the void like a hurricane.

Watch out! I'm making my move!

As Xie Chongsheng sent the transmission, he threw his full strength into the punch. The dragon fist was terrifying beyond measure, but He Ping had been warned in advance. He deliberately put on a flustered expression, cast an escape art, crossed the void, and evaded the blow.

Even so, beneath the fist seal's bombardment, space shattered and a rain of light exploded outward.

Having struck first, the Dragon Worship Sect Master pressed his advantage without mercy. He stepped forward as though intending to pursue and kill He Ping himself.

He Ping took the opportunity to send Mystic Elder a message. Mystic Elder, I'll find a way to lure this man away. That should ease some of your burden.

Many thanks for your aid, Fellow Daoist.

Mystic Elder hurriedly replied, but he had no room to spare. Emperor Taiwang was simply too powerful. Even standing motionless, this peak-level Manifestation God expert could use the authority of creation to generate formless attacks that disrupted his Primordial Spirit Dharma Body.

Whoosh!

At the same moment, Xie Chongsheng truly moved with his real body this time. At a single shift of his feet, heaven and earth pulsed along with him. He raised his fist and struck to kill.

"Xie Chongsheng, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

He Ping's robes whipped wildly as he summoned a jet-black ghost claw. Its inky talons