"You still dare to resist? You're simply courting death."
Ye Donghuang, who had only intended to capture Yang Xiao, felt a chill run through him when he saw the boy dare to fight back.
He increased the force of his blow.
BOOM.
The fist and palm collided.
The immense force sent Yang Xiao flying.
Excruciating pain wracked his entire body.
It felt as if his very flesh and blood were being ground to dust.
If not for Yang Xiao's formidable physique and his Vajra Indestructible Divine Technique—and the fact that he'd gathered all his strength at the last second to block most of the attack's power—
he would have been instantly pulverized into a bloody mist.
'So strong! Just as I thought, all my power comes from external sources. My true strength is nothing compared to these Void Immortals, who are practically Demigods. The gap is just too vast.'
Power.
Strength.
In this moment, Yang Xiao craved it more than anything.
