Lin Ming's Power

"No! Impossible! I don't believe it!" Tuoba Xiong looked utterly crazed, his eyes bloodshot as he frantically drove all the True Essence within his body. His other wolf claw carried even more violent, reckless force as it viciously clawed at Lin Ming's head again!

Smack! Lin Ming easily caught it again, as though grabbing the claw of a baby chick.

He raised his leg and kicked at Lin Ming's groin with crushing force! Bang! Lin Ming casually lifted a foot and stepped on his ankle, pinning it to the ground like a nail. He could not move at all!

With an enraged roar, he slammed his hard-furred head toward Lin Ming's forehead!

Thud! Lin Ming flicked his forehead with a knuckle. A dull sound rang out, and the pain made stars burst before his eyes. He howled miserably as a huge bump instantly rose on his forehead!

No matter how madly Tuoba Xiong attacked, how desperately he increased his speed, or how he changed his moves, every one of his attacks seemed like slow-motion playback before Lin Ming. They were easily caught, defused, or even thrown back at him!

"Ahhh! How is this possible?! How is this possible?! Die! Die! Die!!!"

Tuoba Xiong completely broke down. His mentality had utterly collapsed, like a gambler who had lost everything!

The speed he was proud of, the strength that had made his name, and the Tier Twelve top-tier cultivation art he had kept in reserve all seemed laughable and pathetic, like a child's game before this man who looked far younger than him!

He could not even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes. He was not even worthy of making his opponent take him seriously!

Lin Ming looked at the prince before him, who had gone completely mad and lost all