Outside the Wuji Battle Temple, Elder Huang looked helplessly into the temple, although he was outside; he could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from within.
"Sigh, there's just no peace," Elder Huang said, but he didn't try to stop it, seemingly allowing it tacitly.
Inside the Wuji Battle Temple, Long Zhiming stood firm and unwavering, like an unshakable mountain.
After throwing a single punch, he withdrew his hand, not attacking Fang Lin again, but the power of that punch was fully unleashed, without holding back in the slightest.
Long Zhiming believed that with the power of his punch, even among those of the same realm, there were few who could withstand it unharmed; Fang Lin of the Heavenly Origin realm may have been strong, but the gap was ultimately too great for him to block it.
"The Dragon-Elephant Shaking Heaven Fist is indeed powerful," Fang Lin's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a trace of composure.
Long Zhiming's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked over.