A punch pierced through, blood splattered!
A figure like a devil God stood alone on the stage, black hair flowing, eyes like two cold bolts of lightning slicing through the void, raising a single arm to the sky!
Ao Qian was defeated, utterly so. His eyes were vacant, blood dripping from his body onto the ground, unable to accept it all.
At this moment, his body was pierced by Shi Hao's punch, and he was held aloft by his arm. He wanted to resist, but his whole body was powerless.
Because his entire cultivation was sealed, his mana depleted, scattered entirely by that punch, and he was suppressed the moment it landed!
Not to mention resisting, even surviving depended on Shi Hao's mood; a mere exertion of strength, and he would disintegrate, shattering into pieces mid-air.
At their level of strength, they both knew that if they went all out, it would be terrifying. Now, with no power to retaliate, killing him would be too easy.
