"Wu Changdeng!"
Pan Cangheng's voice rang out. Before his words had even faded, he took a step forward.
Boom!
As his foot came down, the mountain rocks beneath him shook violently.
Vast blood and vitality surged from Pan Cangheng's body. There was no dazzling spiritual radiance, nor any elaborate art.
There was only a single fist, thrown out plainly.
The moment his fist moved, the vital currents of heaven and earth around them seemed to be forcibly crushed down by an invisible, colossal force.
In midair, the blood-colored sacrificial pattern suddenly stalled.
Wu Changdeng's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly. Without a second thought, he immediately held the bone staff horizontally before him.
Bang!
A dull blast erupted. The blood-colored sacrificial pattern shook violently, and vast swaths of bloody light scattered through the air.
Wu Changdeng's body swayed as he staggered backward again and again.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Only when he had retreated to a blood-colored stone pillar behind him did he finally steady himself.
The scene fell quiet for a moment. Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart quietly tightened.
Pan Cangheng's punch had looked simple, yet it was steadier and heavier than Pan Yue's earlier strike.
If Pan Yue's fist had been like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, its tyrannical edge laid bare—
Then Pan Cangheng's punch was like an ancient mountain bearing down from above.
It did not flaunt its might, yet left no way to evade it.
As expected of the Great Elder of the Kuafu Clan. This man's strength far surpasses Pan Yue's!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Su Shi'er grew even more wary of the Kuafu Clan's Great Elder before him.
After throwing that punch, Pan Cangheng withdrew his fist and stood still, his expression as calm