He Pingsheng leaped after him, giving Niu Ding no chance to counterattack, and followed up with another punch.
The Chaos Heaven-Opening Fist worked quite well.
Though Niu Ding had no chance to counterattack, he managed to raise a shield at the last moment.
A silver membrane of light flashed into being, carrying a powerful aura of ice.
He Pingsheng's fist slammed viciously into that membrane.
It did not burst!
Because He Pingsheng had not used his full strength.
"Heh..." He Pingsheng smiled coldly, then threw another forceful punch.
This time, he used his full strength, concentrating all his power in his fist and unleashing it against the membrane.
The light shattered instantly, and the power remaining in He Pingsheng's fist slammed into Niu Ding's chest.
Crack...
Pfft...
The sound of breaking bones rang out in the void. At the same time, Niu Ding spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, his body flying backward several dozen zhang before rolling over several times on the ground and finally stopping.
Yet the instant this fellow's body stopped, He Pingsheng's fist was already at his face.
He did not strike, merely holding it suspended right above his face.
"Noble being of the Divine Realm!" He Pingsheng said indifferently. "What do you have to say now?"
"How about... I give you two choices too?"
"First, I kill you, dig the Divine Spark out of your forehead, and take your Divine Gold!"
"Second, you tell me... who sent you to kill me?"
"Was it your idea, or your Sister Luo's?"
Though Niu Ding was already severely wounded, his face was still filled with defiance.
"Boy... you're this strong?"
"Without a single Divine Artifact, you actually beat my Divine Artifacts with your bare fists?"
"You're only at the first level!"
"Just what sort of secret