Though Song Ah's complexion was pale, he still hooked his finger at Po Shan and sneered, "Idiot, I've said it before, today I'm going to teach you a lesson in being human!"
Anger flashed across Po Shan's face. "You think you can defeat me just like that? You should know that punch just now didn't involve any of my cultivation level at all!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his fist, and a formidable aura began to gather around him gradually.
Hua You'an and the others were forced to retreat several steps, their faces becoming extremely solemn.
Even the mere residual impact was this powerful.
One could only imagine how great the pressure must be for Song Ah, who was directly facing the aura.
Sure enough.
Song Ah's figure shook unsteadily, much like a tiny boat in a raging storm, at any moment ready to capsize.
After all, a Golden Immortal's cultivation level was too terrifying.
Even with Song Ah's natural divine power, it was unlikely he could be Po Shan's match.
