Before Pan Long's fist arrived, the wind from his punch thundered like a storm.
Because his Nine-Turn Mysterious Art had entered its second round of tempering by the Heavenly Stellar Force and Earthly Baleful Force, his power had grown immensely deep, far surpassing an ordinary Innate Peak expert. He might hold back, but once he struck with all his strength, he stirred the Heaven and Earth Essence, and Wild Wind and thunder followed.
This was no good thing. It meant his power had long since exceeded the limit at which an ordinary expert would lose control. Anyone else who drew on such power would likely have their True Qi run wild. Even if they did not explode into a spray of blood, their meridians would snap, their organs would be damaged, and most of their bones would break. They would be lucky to have half a life left.
But Pan Long's body was simply too tough. Others were "as hard as steel"; he was harder than steel itself. The raging Heaven and Earth Essence could not harm him in the slightest. Instead, he refined it further until it gathered around his hand like a ball of sunlight.
As he struck, that ball of sunlight shot out with a howl, like a bolt of Electricity.
A bolt of Electricity that flew slowly, yet seemed impossible to withstand.
Seeing Pan Long attack, the middle-aged man stopped worrying about whether he was afraid. With a roar, he swung the Demon Blade down at Pan Long's head.
Blood-red light surged like a raging river to meet the Electricity.
Then it exploded.
Wild Wind howled, sending sand and stones flying. The golden and blood-red light had collided right beside the main hall's entrance. Before the blast, the heavy doors and sturdy walls were like paper.