His pupils shrank violently. The Blood Qi in his body churned like boiling water, instantly reaching its peak. His muscles bulged, and the veins across his skin formed a pattern like cicada wings. As his bones vibrated, waves of power erupted, one after another, and he swung the Drumming Jar Golden Hammer—weighing over two hundred jin—in a brutal smash.
The surrounding air churned, letting out an unending howl.
The Jar Gold Hammer tore through the dense fog, its head wreathed in roaring air as it smashed toward Chen Tiangang's chest.
A blow that could easily shatter a bluestone stele only managed to press a spiderweb of bloody lines onto his opponent's skin. Those dark red veins writhed like living things, impossibly neutralizing the Hammer Force layer by layer.
"Is that the best you can do?"
Chen Tiangang flicked a finger against the face of the hammer. A dent in the shape of a fingerprint immediately appeared on the bronze-cast head.
