Silence blanketed the square. Where Chen Hao stood marked a dividing line: everything behind him remained untouched, while everything before him lay in shambles, like a battlefield ravaged by a gale.
Sacred Hall still stood with his Qi Armor formed around him. After glancing at the scene beside him, he froze on the spot, speechless.
Chen Hao slowly opened his eyes, which were entirely bloodshot. As he looked at everything before him, utter astonishment crossed his face.
That last punch had been the Tiger-Subduing Arhat Fist he knew so well. He had always thought that, being only a second-rank immortal art, its lack of power was understandable.
Now it seemed that the Tiger-Subduing Arhat Fist was neither low-ranked nor weak. His own strength had simply been too low to unleash its true power.
With the savage Spiritual Power within the Giant Spirit God's Blood, that punch had finally shown what it was meant to be.
Although Chen Hao had released some of the violent Spiritual Power inside him through the Tiger-Subduing Arhat Fist, it was nowhere near enough.
Holding the Golden Cudgel, he surged with spiritual energy. The sand and stones around him instantly spun wildly around it like a tornado. He fixed his blood-red eyes on Sacred Hall. "If you want a fight, I'll see it through to the end!"
Having witnessed Chen Hao's earthshaking strike, Sacred Hall no longer dared underestimate him in the slightest.
He reached his right hand toward the collapsed Tower Stronghold and clenched it. A massive axe shot out of the ruins, spinning backward into his hand.
The stone axe, carved all over with various Runes, immediately gave a series of low hums upon entering Sacred Hall's hand, as though responding to its master.
Chen Hao leaped into the air and swung the Golden