"Who gave you the illusion that I couldn't beat you?"
Chu Kuangren cast Jin Bujue a sidelong glance. As he raised his hand, tremendous spiritual power gathered once more, and an even more savage black fist imprint blasted forth.
Sensing that this blow was far more powerful than the last, Jin Bujue roared. A golden mountain condensed above his head, and he hurled it forward.
The fist and mountain collided with a thunderous crash, and the void exploded. The golden mountain was sent flying by the black fist imprint and slammed back into Jin Bujue.
Jin Bujue flew backward like a kite with its string cut, coughing up mouthfuls of blood before crashing to the ground, grievously wounded.
That single punch shook every World Walker present!
"What terrifying fist force!"
"This fellow's combat strength has actually reached such a level?!"
Ling Xiao, Li Fuping, and the others' pupils contracted.
Compared to their shock, Zhan Long, Feng Yaorao, Guo Shan, and Ye Xin, who had fought Chu Kuangren before, felt little surprise.
Back then, Chu Kuangren had also defeated them while outnumbered.
"As for you lot, forget about fighting me one-on-one. Come at me together. Rest assured, there's no shame in joining forces against me."
Chu Kuangren spoke to Ling Xiao and the others.
Their expressions shifted upon hearing his words.
They wanted to argue, but they did not know what to say. The combat strength Chu Kuangren had displayed was beyond what any one of them present could handle alone. Only by attacking together would they have a chance of winning!
But they could not get past the hurdle in their own hearts!
They were World Walkers, the finest Heavenly Prides raised by their respective Daoist Traditions, bearing the mission of spreading their traditions' fame. Such people were undoubtedly brimming