A blood-red hue swept across the starry sky. Even before the power reached him, the fierce Gang Feng made Chu Zheng's breath catch involuntarily.
His pupils contracted sharply. There was no time to question the cause; his Yuan Qi erupted to the extreme in an instant as he turned and unleashed a full-force punch.
Bang—
In the instant of the clash of fists, Chu Zheng only felt a colossal force spreading along his arm, causing the Qi and blood within him to churn. His body was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing through several massive stars before barely stabilizing himself.
Such overwhelming power, such a domineering punch momentum.
Chu Zheng's heart went numb, a moment of awe. In just this brief exchange, he had already sustained slight injuries.
The Martial Cultivator remained silent, his gaze indifferent. He stepped forward, instantly folding the starry sky, shrinking earth into inches, and closed in again.
