Beside the county office.
Facing Hong Minghu's all-out punch, Li Hong instantly felt as though he were facing a formidable enemy.
At such close range, compounded by the difference in their speed and size, Li Hong knew he could not evade this blow.
At once, his six arms crossed before him, intending to rely on the advantage of his body to take Hong Minghu's strike head-on.
The next moment.
Boom—
The fierce tiger formed from inner breath slammed into Li Hong's crossed arms.
Then Li Hong's massive body was sent flying, soaring through the air.
Seeing this, Hong Minghu twisted the sole of his right foot against the ground.
The tremendous explosive force instantly shattered the stone tiles beneath his feet.
Rumble—
He shot toward Li Hong like a cannonball.
In midair, he spread his five fingers slightly. His inner breath erupted once more, condensing illusion into substance and forming a fierce tiger gathered from clouds and mist.
The tiger pounced upon Li Hong with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain.
At that moment, Li Hong kept letting out low growls.
His long life of comfort and indulgence had left him unable to endure the agonizing pain of having all six arms shattered.
The intense pain twisted his features.
Seeing Hong Minghu rapidly close in, a flash of despair crossed his eyes.
Even though he possessed an immortal body, injuries as severe as severed arms still required time to recover.
Yet Hong Minghu clearly gave him no such time. The inner breath erupting anew bore down on him like a surging tsunami, crushing the breath from his lungs.
"Fifth rank... so powerful!!" he muttered inwardly.
Only then did he understand that between the sixth and fifth ranks lay an invisible chasm.
The eruption of inner breath might be