With each breath, the temperature around him soared exponentially. Qi-Blood surged like mighty rivers, and his heartbeat thundered like a Heavenly Drum.
When the Big Mace descended, it seemed like the Vajra Heavenly Pillar, as if a Hundred Battle General was roaring, drenched in blood, with an unstoppable, overwhelming aura rushing forth.
"Kill!"
The village chief's expression turned solemn; he showed no respect to the Devilic person before him but honored the one who left this Magical Treasure.
To show respect, he increased the originally planned forty-fold Ten Directions Divine Skills directly to his current limit of eighty-fold.
"Ten Directions."
A punch was launched, the Ten Directions Divine Skills erupted, eighty times the Qi-Blood exploded, causing the village chief's body to swell once more, muscles knotting like bedrock.
They clashed with the Big Mace descending like a giant pillar, a muffled sound echoed, and shockwaves swept out.
