"ROAR!"
Du Hong threw a punch.
Du Hong now stood nearly twenty feet tall, each of his arms thicker than an ordinary person's thigh. His fists were covered in dense scales, and an endless black gas billowed from them. In an instant, a brutal, tyrannical aura enveloped the area.
BOOM—
Though the fist was still over ten feet from Zhaang Ye, an endless Powerful Qi had already displaced the air, surging outward in all directions like successive ocean waves. An unfathomable pressure crushed the void, making it creak and groan, and the entire arena trembled under the force of Du Hong's punch!
Below the arena, the crowd felt the ground tremble violently as Du Hong threw his punch, as if dozens of fissures might crack open at any moment. Sensing the extreme might of this blow, everyone fixed their gaze on Zhaang Ye, waiting to see how he would respond.
