The protagonist didn't expect that the opponent's heart held Zhao Yi in high esteem instead of himself, and feeling speechless, he directly flipped the opponent off!
"You're not worthy of asking my name because you're about to become my slave! Prepare to die!" The protagonist's fist seemed to flow like water, smashing towards the opponent with Zhao Yi's blessing, and Nantian Jun didn't dodge but instead met fist with flesh, both sides clashing mid-air once again.
The powerful force dispersed the dark clouds, the gloomy sky making it seem like the apocalypse had arrived. The ground was pounded into giant pits filled with flowing blood, creating a ghastly sight, but the cultivators cheered, the scent of blood riling them up even more. Without Nantian Jun's restraint, they would have rushed up to tear the protagonist apart.
