"So strong..."
Netherworld's pupils contracted sharply several times after she narrowly dodged He Pingsheng's blow.
She knew He Pingsheng defied the heavens.
She had also imagined he could put up quite a fight.
But she had never expected him to be this strong!
She had thought she was already overestimating He Pingsheng, yet she had still underestimated him far too much.
How could she put it?
Netherworld was a genius herself. Otherwise, the city lord's Master would never have taken an interest in her.
She was currently at the fifth layer of the Heaven Immortal Stage, but ordinarily, she could fight Heaven Immortals at the eighth or ninth layer without falling behind at all.
And yet... some bastard at the Earth Immortal Stage eleventh layer crossed the cultivation gap against me. Can you believe that?
The crucial thing was that, in their exchange just now, he had not fallen behind at all.
And he had not used a single Immortal Artifact, either-just his bare fists.
"Hiss..."
Absurdly strong!
"Again!" He Pingsheng roared. An enormous fist condensed once more and smashed down from empty space.
The Great Sun Vajra Fist was a body refining immortal art, sustained by the power of blood and vitality rather than Immortal Essence.
Facing such a formidable attack, Netherworld had no intention whatsoever of taking it head-on.
She could only dodge!
But He Pingsheng's attacks fell like a dense shower of raindrops.
Boom...
Boom...
Boom...
One punch, two punches, three punches...
He unleashed eight punches in one breath.
Although Netherworld dodged all eight, every punch that struck the earth shattered at least one mountain peak.
After those eight punches, the mountains within a thousand-li radius had been battered into a shattered landscape, mangled beyond recognition.
"Again..."
He Pingsheng's ninth punch came crashing down.
This time, his