This is the purest physical strength, even comparable to the strongest races like the Heavenly Dragon.
That clone showed no emotion on its face, no flamboyant display, just a simple punch, as if it could destroy heaven and earth.
Space stagnated, causing ripples of Dao Rhyme, shattering the space, with blood and vitality like fire, a blazing aura rushing over, flesh and bones like glass, arriving from the Immortal Realm.
The instant the two extremely yang and unyielding fist energies collided, heaven and earth lost color. This mysterious space, which seemed invincible, creaked and cracked, with Great Dao intertwining, seeking a victor, deciding life and death.
Jiang Shu's pupils contracted suddenly, feeling an overwhelming force traveling along his fist peak, pressing onto him, causing him to involuntarily fly backward.
