His fist carried terrifying force, and black energy condensed upon it as if it intended to crush Lin Ming to pieces. He wanted to launch a sneak attack, wanting to kill with a single blow.
His speed was extremely fast, and he rushed in front of Lin Ming in almost a single instant. His fist tore through the air, stirring up a violent gale; the rubble on the ground was swept up, scattering and flying about like bullets.
However, Lin Ming merely waved his hand casually. An invisible force instantly enveloped the Black Dragon Emperor, freezing his entire body in mid-air. The Black Dragon Emperor's body stiffened, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
He discovered that he was actually unable to move at all, as if his throat was being choked by an invisible giant hand. His fist stopped suspended in mid-air, a mere inch away from Lin Ming's face, yet it could no longer advance even a fraction of a millimeter.
He struggled desperately, the power within his body surging wildly as he attempted to break free from that invisible restraint. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not move the slightest bit.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to discover that he could not even make a sound.
He could only watch Lin Ming with wide-open eyes, watching that young man whom he had once regarded as an ant, yet who now effortlessly played him in the palm of his hand.
Lin Ming could not even be bothered to exchange idle chatter with the opponent, flicking his finger lightly. The Black Dragon Emperor's body exploded instantly, transforming into a mist of blood that filled