In the martial arts world, people call him "Domineering Fist," not only because his fists are fierce but also because of his domineering martial arts will.
"Ha!"
Mi Youdao let out a low shout and once again threw a punch.
This punch was neither at its utmost speed nor deliberately amplified in power, yet an invisible fist intent lingered around it, enveloping the surrounding space as if encompassing it all.
The Tiger Mother saw this, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes, but she still charged forward fearlessly, her claws striking again.
...
In the scene, only two fleeting shadows could be seen constantly flickering, the aftermath of their battle spreading, causing the entire mountain hollow to tremble slightly.
Rocks kept tumbling down, countless trees shattered with a thunderous crack, dust soared, and in rely a dozen rounds, the Tiger Mother had fallen completely to a disadvantage.
"Boom!"
This ti, Mi Youdao’s fist seed to bypass the confinent of space, landing precisely on the Tiger Mother’s claw.
No earth-shattering roar, just a dull collision sound.
The Tiger Mother’s whole body creaked, as if struck by a boulder, flew backward and heavily collided with the mountain wall.
"Boom," the mountain wall collapsed, and debris buried most of her.
"Woo woo... ow ow..."
The two white tiger cubs at the cave mouth saw the Tiger Mother knocked away and imdiately let out cries of misery.
Mi Youdao slowly withdrew his fist, his figure flashed and landed in front of the buried Tiger Mother.
He watched the struggling Tiger Mother trying to climb out, his eyes showed not a bit of rcy, raised his fist ready to strike, to completely end this White Tiger.
However, just as his fist was about to swing down—
"Boom!"
A terrifying blood and Qi shockwave erupted from the side of the mountain hollow, rolling in like a tsunami.
Mi Youdao’s expression changed dramatically, he couldn’t react in ti before being fiercely lifted and thrown by the shockwave.
His figure drew a parabola in the air, crashing heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, Qi and blood raging endlessly, feeling like his bones would fall apart.
"What... kind of power is this?"
Mi Youdao struggled to get up, eyes full of shock.
The surrounding disciples and gang mbers were even worse off, swept by the blood and Qi shockwave, flew backward, suffering heavy casualties, collapsed on the ground, faces showing extre fear.
A huge shadow slowly descended, completely covering Mi Youdao.
Mi Youdao struggled to raise his head, pupils suddenly constricted.
A colossal White Tiger, comparable in size to an elephant, walked slowly towards him, its body wrapped in dense blood Qi, rolling like substance, imposing as a dragon, majestic and terrifying.
Mi Youdao suddenly realized, recalling the dead silence since entering the mountain... he actually hadn’t even found the true target!
"So this is the real Tiger Demon."
Mi Youdao understood in his heart, given the opponent’s displayed strength, it’s unlikely he’ll leave this mountain range alive today.
But after all, he’s been a domineering fist for decades in the martial arts world, his mind far exceeding ordinary people, the shock on his face gradually faded, his gaze becoming incredibly resolute.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his whole body’s primoridal Qi madly circulated, martial arts will burning like a fla rising, gathering on his fists, his internal Qi and blood also running at its peak at this mont.
"Even if today ans certain death, the Domineering Fist will never surrender!"
Mi Youdao let out a low roar, his body fiercely leaped up, using all his strength, swinging his life’s pinnacle punch:
"This punch, no regret!"
This punch gathered all his cultivation and martial arts will, carrying domineering and exceptional intent, with a spirit of no regret even if it ant death, punching at the White Tiger.
Not far away, Chen Sheng stood quietly, sensing the unique spiritual wave on Mi Youdao’s fist, a faint hint of interest flashed in his eyes:
"Sowhat similar to Sword Intent, quite interesting!"
He casually swung his claw, and an invisible force suddenly erupted, directly hitting Mi Youdao’s fist.
"Bang!"
Mi Youdao’s fist was instantly shattered, the invisible force did not relent, crushing onto his body.
Mi Youdao let out a muffled grunt, his figure flew backward like a broken kite, heavily crashing onto the ground.
"Boom," the ground was smashed into a giant pit, dust flew, completely burying him.
Chen Sheng walked forward slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable majesty, directly reaching into Mi Youdao’s ear:
"What is the na of that punch you used?"
Mi Youdao struggled to climb out of the pit, covered in blood, his breath weak.
He had only heard that demons with awakened intelligence could speak human language, but seeing and hearing firsthand was still a first.
The White Tiger eyes reveal unimaginable terror, able to speak human words this clearly was no ordinary demon.
Mi Youdao felt his heart surge, yet no intent to beg for rcy.
He just closed his eyes slightly, his expression calm, already prepared to face death, for Chen Sheng’s question, he didn’t utter a word in response.
Seeing his deanor, Chen Sheng was neither angry, rolling his blood and evil Qi around, Mi Youdao only felt darkness before his eyes, instantly losing consciousness.
His nasal cavity uttered a muffled sound, extracting the soul of the opponent, starting to skillfully craft a supernatural ghost...
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