Evil Divine, dead?
Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, dead?
Even Xu Xiaoshou, who threw the punch, also dead?
"This punch..."
"My God!"
Far in the distance, when they saw Xu Xiaoshou reappear on the Arena, unequivocally obliterating the Evil Divine with a single punch, just about everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Yue Gongli and Bai Zhou, tumbling and scrambling, either using Blood Escape or transforming into ghost beasts, barely managed to escape the range of the Passive Fist's aftermath.
Elder Sang, Water Ghost, and the soul body of Cen Qiaofu could only be thankful that they had long since been reduced to mere souls and had fled far enough to narrowly avoid the calamity.
"Five Ancestor's Power, Way of Asura, The Divine Dao Infant, over thirty demi-saint positions..."
Could it be that even with so many statuses stacked together, they couldn't stop Xu Xiaoshou's punch?
When had he mastered such a supreme punch?
"Path!"