"Courting death!"
Nangong Chen roared, bringing forth a phantom of a True Dragon with his punch from the sky.
This punch seemed to tear space itself apart, the phantom of the True Dragon, hundreds of meters in size, was mixed within the fierce Punch Wind, also bringing with it a skyful of Thunder.
The power of this punch was like a thunderstorm arriving.
The might of an Earth Immortal, with every gesture and motion, could manipulate the forces of heaven and earth, far beyond what anyone from the Saint Realm could match.
Baili An held the Pure Silver Sword, his pupils flashing with silver brilliance, two dazzling silver rays suddenly shot out from his eyes.
This concentrated spiritual power suddenly manifested in the void, mountainous and oceanic, pressing down with astonishing force.
The two silver rays of telekinesis instantly converged in the void, then gathered towards the hilt held by Baili An.
"Boom!"
