Big Yellow grimaced at the laughter aimed at him, baring his teeth in frustration, wishing he could tear Lin Xun apart. 0

At this moment, Zhong Qiu suddenly said aloud, “Junior Brother, take this punch!”0

Boom!0

Without waiting for Lin Xun’s response, he just threw a punch—simple, direct, and delivered with unparalleled force.0

The sky, earth, and void remained completely still. 0

In reality, the power behind this punch had been condensed to the extreme, reaching an unimaginable level.0

In Lin Xun’s eyes, the punch perfectly embodied the essence ‘the great dao is formless’—powerless and indescribable!0

It seemed simple, yet it was omnipresent and all-encompassing. His spirit, the mind, the body...even every thought was overwhelmed by this punch.0

It was undeniably terrifying!0

Despite that, Lin Xun did not dodge or evade. He took a deep breath and struck back with a punch of his own. His punch was like chaos, equally simple in its form.0

At that moment, Xia Zhi and Battle Emperor Fengling who were beside him, Drunkard, Big Yellow and Qing Ying in the distance, all held their breath in anticipation, their minds completely absorbed in the scene.0

A strange scene unfolded. When the two fists collided, there was not the slightest sound, nor the faintest ripple.0

There was no earth-shattering...0