Prince Hongye’s aura became purer. Each of his pores emitted a golden radiance as he gripped his fists resembling two large hammers.

His power created fluctuations in the air. The spectators instantly retreated for they felt a heavy pressure on their chest as if a boulder was pushing down on them despite the sealing formations on stage.

One could easily imagine the pressure Yan Ziyu was feeling.

It seemed that the prince wasn’t exaggerating when he wanted to defeat Ziyu within ten moves.

“Boom!” The hair on his fists have turned yellow, seemingly cast from gold. A single punch created multiple ripples that eventually formed a golden wall.

The thunderous punch made the weaker cultivators bleed from their ears.

The students...