Bang...
Li Xuancang's fists fell like raindrops, every blow carrying the immense force to split mountains and shatter rocks, each one precisely locking onto Blood Sea Old Devil's vital weak points.
The shadows of his fists were as dense as a sudden downpour, leaving afterimages in the air, as though dozens of Li Xuancangs were throwing punches at once.
Blood Sea Old Devil remained utterly composed.
His hands traced a circle before him, black spiritual power gathering into a spinning shield of light that received all of Li Xuancang's fist force.
Bang, bang-bang-bang...
Fists and shield collided, erupting in a dense series of thunderous booms, like a thousand bolts of lightning exploding at once.
Li Xuancang's fists grew faster and faster, their power increasing with every strike.
Blood Sea Old Devil's light shield stood steadily before him. Each collision only made it tremble faintly before it immediately returned to normal.
More terrifying still, he had not even used his full strength throughout this exchange.
This was not a gap in cultivation—it was the crushing suppression of realms.
His former realm had surpassed the Profound Connection Realm.
Though his cultivation had only recovered to the Profound Connection Realm, his understanding of power, command of true essence, and grasp of combat rhythm far exceeded what one at this realm should possess.
He saw every one of Li Xuancang's punches clearly, anticipated every change of move in advance, and landed every counterattack where Li Xuancang felt it most keenly.
This was a dimensional strike. For the first time, Li Xuancang felt powerless.
It was not because his opponent was too strong. Blood Sea Old Devil's ability to see through everything made every one of his attacks feel like striking cotton—he had strength, yet nowhere to apply it.
Blood Sea Old Devil suddenly withdrew