He steadied himself, and his handsome face was filled with disbelief.
He, the dignified dominator of the Three Realms, a supreme existence of Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, was actually…actually severely injured in frontal combat by a punch!
Hao Tian roared in anger, filled with unwillingness: "Impossible!"
With his hair disheveled, looking like a crazed demon, he stared intently at Zhao Feng: "You forced me to this! You forced me! Today, this emperor will show you what true heavenly power is! What Saint's strength truly is!"
He suddenly threw his head back and howled at the sky, forming a mysterious Dharma Seal with both hands.
Boom!
The entire Primordial World trembled suddenly.
A terrifying will that far surpassed Quasi-Saint and towered over all beings erupted abruptly.
It was a supreme will that was ruthless, cold, indifferent, treating all beings as mere grass dogs.
On the battlefield.
