Boom!
Xu Yang's blood energy surged, and his flesh shone.
Under the fierce, unyielding pressure of his fist, the surrounding earth exploded with a boom. Waves of soil churned violently, countless ancient trees shattered roots and all into dust, and smoke surged skyward like a frenzied dragon.
Before the punch even landed, Liu Gao, whose cultivation was the weakest, spat blood. His legs sank into the ground, and his bones and sinews creaked thunderously.
The terrifying sight nearly scared Jiang Yun's liver and gall apart. He knew he could not dodge; trying would only get him killed faster.
Even at his peak, he would have given this punch a wide berth rather than meet it head-on.
Now that he was half crippled, taking it was even more impossible. But not taking it meant death.
With no time to worry about anything else, he hastily forced up a breath and punched with his remaining hand.
Boom!
The two fists collided with a deafening crash, and savage force swept in every direction.
Everything within dozens of yards was pulverized in an instant. Ripples visible to the naked eye raised waves several meters high.
Already injured and with combat strength below fifth heavenly origin, Liu Gao stood at the center of the clash. The outcome was obvious: he could not withstand even its aftershocks.
His protective astral energy shattered immediately. Blood streamed from his seven orifices, his internal organs ruptured beyond reckoning, and wounds split open all over his body, spraying blood. He barely managed a scream before the shock wave hurled him away like a torn sack.
Agony darkened his vision. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood in midair, his limbs twitching as he screamed incessantly.
Fear and horror filled him. How laughable that he had once wanted to contend with Xu