In the dark golden vertical pupils of the True Dragon, two flas were quietly burning.
Around Xue Jing, the air began to ripple with subtle distortions, as if invisible flas were bending the light around him.
Wu Xuanzhu exclaid in surprise, "Such pure rage."
Xue Jing had never seen Wu Xuanzhu and was not sure who the person in front of him was, and while under rational thinking he should have easily guessed the identity of the person before him, at that mont, his rationality was being consud by the flas of anger, leaving no room for thought.
His mind harbored only a simple logical formula.
Person I don't recognize → approaches without greeting → aura well hidden → wants to ambush → is an enemy.
The next mont.
'Boom——!!!'
Skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood working in unison, he unleashed the Eye-Dotting Punch with full force. Under the Extre Fury state of Mystic Art·Inverse Scales, his Dynamic Qi was completely maximized to the extre, his output was at least three tis greater than usual!
This was already Xue Jing's strongest punch in his unard state, how terrifying was its power amplified by the Inverse Scales?
'Awo——!!!'
The dragon's roar exploded, covering the entire Cease-Blades Base within its huge range of sound waves, almost everyone in the base imdiately stiffened, like prey animals encountering a monster at the top of the food chain, frozen in place, only able to move their eyes, which widened in terror as they looked at each other.
But for Wu Xuanzhu, the target of the Eye-Dotting Punch, the dragon's roar exploded right by his ear, yet he only flashed a keen interest in his eyes.
'Interesting...'
He stretched out a finger, seemingly slow but fast, intercepting it in front of the trajectory of Xue Jing's swinging fist.
The Power he used was neither too much nor too little, precisely matching the 'Eye-Dotting' force unleashed by Xue Jing at that mont.
'Clang——'
At the eting of fist and finger, a sound of tal against tal was heard, like a needlepoint against a stalk of wheat, deadlocked together.
'Such pure Qi Force, such domineering Punch Force.'
Wu Xuanzhu spoke with ease, his voice carrying an uncontrollable surprise.
As he was about to further comnt, suddenly, on the edge of Xue Jing's fist where it touched his finger, a layer of white gold coating slowly erged, covering the fist.
Following that, the already unreasonable and domineering Punch Force of Xue Jing suddenly, without any warning, doubled in strength! Explore more at empire
There was no delay in this increase, not even a nanosecond!
Even the mighty Gun Saint, faced with such a complete lack of warning and delay, had no way to react.
'Sh——'
Wu Xuanzhu's eyes widened slightly, only managing to utter one word before he was instantly blown away.
'Bang——Bang——Bang——Bang——'
Like a cannonball, he flew through several buildings before finally using his Power to stop his backward motion.
He looked up at his finger, from which a tiny droplet of blood was seeping out.
'To actually injure ?'
Wu Xuanzhu spoke incredulously.
Although the sudden, unexpected event caught him without any defense, his body was, after all, a Four Break Body!
A junior who had not yet achieved Breakthrough, even with a sharp weapon, should not have been able to break his skin.
But the surprises were not over yet.
A shadow suddenly enveloped Wu Xuanzhu.
Looking up.
A door panel-like, taller-than-human White Gold Giant Sword was smashing down towards his head.
The air cried out under the heavy strain, the surrounding rainwater dispersed by the shockwave, creating a vacuum.
On a face devoid of expression, dark golden eyes burning with flas of rage were staring him down.
Wu Xuanzhu's mouth twitched, sensing the force of the strike, he instantly
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