A palm strike that shook the heavens came to cover the earth.
Gavin the Wise Knight was blasted underground by a single palm from Zhang Xinwu. Even with the protection of the Divine Artifact granted by the Blood God, he was left critically injured and on the brink of death.
Armor shattered, drenched in blood, he let out an indignant howl, "Zhang! Xin! Wu!"
At this moment, Zhang Xinwu soared through the air, fighting with the stance of a Martial God. His overwhelming dominance radiated in all directions; every punch and palm carried the power to sweep the wind and thunder, capable of shaking mountains.
"Gavin, you think by relying on these heretical rituals you can elevate yourself to the Martial God Realm to defeat me? How laughable. Power not cultivated by oneself can never be perfectly controlled. Who gave you the confidence to think that just by becoming a Martial God, you could beat me?"
"Even more laughable, you actually failed."
Boom~
