Immortal Slaughtering Sword, Come Forth

The Golden Jade Hairpin that Lu Ren had sent flying with a horizontal punch had already returned to the Queen Mother of the West's hand.

She looked at the Golden Jade Hairpin in her hand, now marked by a crack. Her eyes flickered as the divine wheel behind her head turned, radiating beams of light.

"It cracked?!"

Standing by the window of the Scripture Repository Hall, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha all craned their necks, staring fixedly at the Golden Jade Hairpin in the Queen Mother of the West's hand, where the obvious crack had appeared.

"How did he do that?" Nezha drew in a sharp breath. The knotted muscles across his body bulged as his breathing quickened. "In that instant, the aura around him rose by more than dozens of times. Just how did he manage it? To throw a punch in that state while keeping his body from collapsing is truly unbelievable!"

Yang Jian's vertical eye gleamed, crystalline light flowing within it as he tried to see what changes had occurred inside Lu Ren's body when he threw that punch.

Even the Queen Mother of the West was somewhat uncertain now. She had clearly not expected Lu Ren to be able to throw such a punch.

After a while, the Queen Mother of the West put away the Golden Jade Hairpin and said calmly, "Your fist has truly broadened my horizons. I never expected the Witch Clan to possess someone like you. You have certainly surprised me."

Steam billowed from Lu Ren's entire body. The immense heat compressed by that punch escaped along with the vapor, while vast clouds and mist swirled around him, obscuring much of his massive frame.

He grinned, his voice like muffled thunder. "Your Majesty flatters me. But let me emphasize this once