Zhou Kun's cultivation was in the late Golden Body stage, and he wielded the special, domineering Blazing True Aura. In Lu Lin's eyes, that combination made him practically another version of himself.
And since Zhou Kun claimed to have received the Peacock Emperor's full support, how could Lu Lin possibly afford to underestimate him?
When he struck just now, Lu Lin estimated that he had used about half his strength.
Of course, that was half his strength without drawing on Martial Dao Luck.
But who could have guessed—his opponent would be so utterly helpless?
With just one punch, Zhou Kun had ended up in such a miserable state, half-dead and embedded in the cliff.
"You—you—"
In the hollow in the distant cliff, Zhou Kun stared wide-eyed at Lu Lin as he slowly lowered his fist, his eyes brimming with shock and disbelief.
He was in the late Golden Body stage!
In this age, with the Immortal Dao pressing down on all, how many martial artists could reach the late Golden Body stage?
Even with resources piled high, how many had fallen to the perilous Thunder Punishment?
Though he had only severed one Life Lock with each breakthrough, he had still managed to survive Thunder Punishment—already putting him beyond the vast majority of martial artists in the world.
With strength like his, how could he be as fragile as a clay chicken or straw dog before Lu Lin?
"He's clearly in the late Golden Body stage too—so why is the gap so enormous? Could it be—could it be that he severed two Life Locks when he broke through?!"
A shocking thought surfaced in Zhou Kun's mind.
He was not the only one. After their brief shock, the many martial artists watching nearby also thought of this possibility.
If their life origins