However, after this fellow underwent his metamorphosis into a demon, his skin and flesh had become much thicker. He was not killed by Song Shi's slap from afar. Instead, he rolled hundreds of meters on the ground like a ball, shattering rows of buildings.
Qian Wuji's heart skipped a beat.
He had seen with his own eyes that the elder of the royal family had been suppressed by this fellow, but now, he had been sent flying by a slap from Song Shi.
In comparison, the gap between him and this person was like a deep chasm.
A few years ago, he was about the same level as the other party and participated in the Langya Immortal Dao Meeting together. Back then, even though the other party was the first to reach the top, he was still unconvinced about his power.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. No wonder he's so confident. He's using Demonic Qi to cultivate a Demon Body."