Tang Xiao and the Titled Douluo elders all stared at Xu Ran in horror, towering waves surging through their hearts.
How powerful a Titled Douluo was! Even a rank ninety-one Titled Douluo counted among those who had reached the pinnacle of the entire continent.
Yet such an existence had been blasted apart by a single punch from Xu Ran, reduced to a rain of blood that filled the sky, not even bones remaining.
They felt that all of this was far too absurd. In all their years of cultivation, they had never witnessed such a terrifying sight. Even Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, could not be this powerful, could he?
Even though Qian Daoliu was a rank ninety-nine Titled Douluo, blasting a Titled Douluo apart with one punch was almost impossible.
Everyone swallowed at once, their entire bodies trembling. They looked at Xu Ran as though looking at an unparalleled fiend. How were they supposed to fight him? Lieyang had been blasted apart with one punch. Though they were somewhat stronger than Lieyang, they probably could not withstand one punch from Xu Ran either.
Moreover, Xu Ran's greatest strength probably was not his fists, but his Martial Soul, a black sword that looked utterly vicious. They had a premonition that even if they exhausted every trick they had, they would be no match for a single strike of Xu Ran's sword.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Xu Ran stood in midair, the God-Slaying Sword in his hand and six blood-red Soul Rings flashing beneath him. With every step he took, his presence grew stronger. After six full steps, his imposing presence had climbed to its peak.
That presence had reached the level of a demigod, surpassing Titled Douluo in the ordinary sense.
The demigod's presence instantly enveloped the entire Clear Sky