"Five Emperors Fist!"
"Created in imitation of the Five Emperors of the ancestral era, this is one of the supreme martial arts."
"So powerful. If that martial fanatic Zhao Gujin were using it, it might truly have the power to destroy heaven and earth."
"This level of combat strength has already reached the seventh tier!"
Everyone marveled. The scarred man in black was clearly another monster. With four punches unleashed in succession, he too possessed terrifying seventh-tier power. In the current era, that was absolutely the standard of an invincible powerhouse.
The sky burned bright and clear, its dazzling red clouds resembling the newborn morning sun. The crashing waves of the Yin River also formed a strange spectacle across this barren wilderness.
The power of the four punches complemented one another as they struck the Restricted Zone gate together, as though ten thousand mountains were bearing down.
Clang!
Sound waves like the Morning Bell and Evening Drum rolled on without end. Apart from that low mountain, every mountain and river for more than ten li around was flattened. Dust rose everywhere, the earth cracked, and even the Kings watching from far away felt their blood and qi churn from the shock.
"Impressive!" The man in black retreated a hundred zhang before steadying himself in midair. Blood appeared on his fists. The exchange seemed evenly matched, because Little King Chen's door slab had nearly flown out of his grasp too, and he had only held on after some effort.
Inwardly, however, the man was truly shocked. Four punches were already his limit, yet another powerhouse of the same tier had actually blocked them.
Opposite him, Jiang Xiao Chen smiled, a trace of indescribable wickedness on his delicate face.
"This is my first time hitting someone with a door slab. I'm not