Dust clouds flew as eyeballs threatened to explode from their sockets. Neither northern region nor western region profound practitioners dared to believe what they just saw.

Bang!

The earth suddenly became ripped in half as Long Bai shot to the sky before falling slowly back to the ground. His face was expressionless, his clothes were perfectly clean, and his appearance seemed as magnificent as ever. The embarrassing look from a moment ago was nowhere to be seen.

It was almost as if he hadn’t been punched so hard that he uncontrollably plowed the ground for fifteen kilometers straight.

“What… what…” The western region Divine Masters’ eyeballs were still bulging even now.

The Dragon Gods and Dragon Sovereigns looked like they wanted to say something, but didn’t dare to.

Although Long Bai looked perfectly unharmed—even untouched by the dust on the battlefield—right now, they all saw how his forehead crumpled inward where Yun Che had punched him.

There was nothing tougher in the world than a dragon’s bones, and the toughest bone in a dragon’s body was without a doubt the skull. 

So how did a mere human punch it so hard that it crumpled inward? The skull of the Dragon Monarch no less?

In the end, they chose to tell themselves that what they saw was an illusion caused by the distortion of space… it was the only possibility!

Meanwhile, all the northern region profound practitioners were staring at the scene with their mouths agape.

Their greatest profound practitioners had fought Long Bai just a moment ago, and they all saw how abnormally strong he was. It was why they found it even harder to believe that their Devil Master had sent the Dragon Monarch...