The voice poured down majestically from the nine heavens, rolling like a celestial proclamation and shaking souls with awe.
The many martial artists on the shore had already been startled by Hong Yuan's sudden appearance. Now their mouths fell open as they stared, dumbstruck, toward the sea and sky.
Amid the surging waves, they could vaguely make out a towering, iron-tower figure with loose red hair.
He abruptly clenched his fist. The space around him seemed to twist and collapse as his boiling qi surged into his fist and blasted forth.
There was nothing remarkable about this punch, no exquisite technique, yet its speed defied belief. The red-haired figure had been nearly ten li from Hong Yuan, but in the blink of an eye, the simple acts of forming a fist seal and punching brought him within a hundred zhang.
Only then did the Heavenly Baleful Demon King's true power erupt.
Boom!
It was as though a furious thunderclap had exploded. The martial artists seemed to see a giant bringing down a meteor-like fist, bearing the immense strength of mountains.
The sea breeze abruptly stopped. The sea sank across several li, and the nearby shoreline reefs shattered one after another. Some martial artists caught beneath the force of the punch felt their bones and sinews groan before collapsing helplessly, their lives hanging in the balance.
Hong Yuan, who bore over ninety percent of the attack head-on, sank under its weight, as though two great mountains had settled on his shoulders.
His expression remained unchanged. Laughing loudly, his hair dancing wildly, he opened spirit aperture after spirit aperture across his body. Astral qi churned, and without dodging or retreating, he met Heavenly Baleful's attack with a punch of his own.
Fist against fist!
It was as though two meteors had collided.