Ling Xiao stood there, assuming a stance with his aura slowly flowing through his body.
He disliked wasting True Essence.
Every attack had to be just right.
The analytical ability of his Mountain and River Martial Soul provided him with the smartest way to fight.
Owong—
The roar of a huge elephant resounded.
Unimaginably, that strange bellow actually came from Jin Ming's fists.
Pfft—
Beneath the stage, there were Outer Disciples with comparatively weaker strength who directly spurted blood onto the ground, unable to withstand that terrifyingly oppressive roar and frantically fleeing to even farther places.
Without a doubt, Jin Ming's punch, even against a Transcendent Realm soul with the first layer of strength or a Transcendent Realm inner strength with the first layer, could very well be possible.
And as for most Half-step Grandmasters, they would almost certainly be blasted to dust.
