Gritting his teeth, the Yellow-toothed Cultivator spoke as his figure flashed aside, directly making way.
At the same time, the ground trembled as the massive figure shaped like a Little Giant charged up from behind.
Without any unnecessary words, before the newcomer had even steadied himself, he swung his enormous fist straight at the old man.
The old man rooted his stance, let out a low shout, and threw a punch. True energy coursed through his body, gathering before him in the blink of an eye into another phantom fist that met the incoming blow head-on.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the fist phantom formed from true energy shattered.
The Little Giant's massive body did not budge in the slightest. Only a faint white mark was left on his fist.
The enormous fist pressed forward without hindrance, its crushing force slamming viciously into the old man's fist.
Crack!
A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. The old man screamed as his body was sent flying dozens of yards away.
This time, he looked even more miserable.
His two arms hung limp like noodles, while more than half of his breastbone had caved in.
Blood gushed wildly from his seven orifices. Lying on the ground, he could only let out faint whimpers.
The physical body of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator had nearly been destroyed by that single blow.
Meanwhile, the Little Giant seemed entirely unaffected after throwing that punch, not even sparing a glance at the spirit crystals on the ground.
He continued striding forward, raising his fist as he charged at the old man on the ground, intent on taking his life.
His gaze fell on the old man who had landed not far away. The Yellow-toothed Cultivator gave a disdainful snort. "You old fool who can't tell