At the moment, he felt there was nothing left to fear or dread.
In an instant, the killing aura erupted from Shatuo Queshi's body. From afar, it appeared as if a black flame was burning.
Tian Wujing moved forward, directly pressing close to Shatuo Queshi. Then, he grabbed Shatuo Queshi's shoulders with both hands and forcibly pressed him down in an extremely overbearing manner.
"Boom!"
Shatuo Queshi's body was directly pushed into the ground, leaving only his head above the surface.
The contest between martial artists,
lacked the elegance of a Sword Saint,
or the brilliance of a Qi cultivator,
all it had,
was this unpretentious and solid depth.
Overall, it didn't quite justify the audience's ticket price, but only true insiders knew just how terrifying the power hidden in every clash between the two on the field was!
In the distance, a blind man watching the situation couldn't help but ask A Ming beside him:
"How do you feel, if it were you getting punched?"
