His body didn’t even ripple with that much soul force. However, the strength from his flesh still condensed boundless energy, forming countless hurricanes.

The heavy black cold carriage’s wheels left the ground slightly, as if it was going to be picked up by this hurricane.

Zhang Ping looked at what laid before his fist. This fist seemed like it wanted to completely pulverize the past’s everything, the past world.

A pure white streak of sword radiance fluttered out from within the black gold carriage, the tip of the sword striking Zhang Ping’s fist.

The instant the sword tip and the hard metal fist made contact, a Sacred Expert dressed in straw shoes, his face covered in scars also flew out from within the black gold carriage, moving between Zhang Ping and the speeding black gold carriage.

There was no tremendous noise that sounded, only an intense quaking.

The ground in front of Zhang Ping moved, rising and falling like waves. Endless cracks extended along the trembling surface, many fine cracks even appearing on the nearby city walls.

Zhang Ping’s fist also entered a mysterious...