In his sixty-three-meter true form, Liu Yu broke through layer upon layer of defenses and reached True Lord Wild Sand, crimson spiritual light flowing across his pitch-black armor.
He briefly gathered his strength, then swung his right fist with terrifying physical power, striking as swiftly as lightning.
Charged Punch!
In an instant, his immense strength poured forth in full, unleashing terrifying fluctuations of power.
In True Lord Wild Sand's eyes, a gigantic black fist shining with crimson spiritual light rapidly grew larger.
But Liu Yu was simply too fast. In that fleeting moment, he had no time to dodge.
Bang!
Under that punch, even a Nascent Soul cultivator's body was destroyed like fragile paper, dissolving into a cloud of blood that scattered through the air.
Even without cultivating the body, a True Lord's flesh, cleansed by spiritual energy over many years, was by no means weak.
At the very least, enduring a few direct blows from treasures would pose no great problem.
But attacks from an opponent of the same level could still deal devastating damage to a Nascent Soul cultivator's body!
Thus, under the power of Liu Yu's fourth-tier body refining, it was hardly surprising that a single punch had destroyed his body.
Yet before his body was destroyed, the light in True Lord Wild Sand's bright eyes had already dimmed rapidly.
A faint spatial fluctuation appeared where he had stood.
At the critical moment, True Lord Wild Sand decisively abandoned his body and used his nascent soul to teleport out of the attack's range.
When he reappeared, he was already fifty li away.
"Hm?"
Sensing the spatial fluctuation, Liu Yu's thoughts stirred, and he abruptly turned his cold gaze toward it.
With a single glance, he locked onto the four-inch yellow nascent soul fifty li away.
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