Yan Xiyun was scared.
The Eighth Prince was also shocked speechless.
How long had it been since the person had shattered the red dragon with one punch?
In less than two hundred years, he already passed the Human Immortal Realm and exceeded the True Immortal Realm, rising to become an existence that could kill a Heaven Immortal.
Just what in the world had happened to mankind?
He was born as an innate immortal yet in front of the other party, he was nothing.
This person's spear even carried with it a dragon's phantom.
Being a dragon was not worth it.
"Could this human be the Fist God?"
The Eighth Prince had a guess in his heart. In the past, he did not think too much about it and did not dare to confirm it.
But now, it was certain.
Besides, his brother-in-law had hinted at it before.
But why didn't he punch?
The Eighth Prince was puzzled.
