Hong Huang was dumbfounded.
How could a mere Immortal Palace Tier possess power that could match his? No, no, no, it was not just power that matched his, but even one superior to his!
He hurriedly brandished his fists in a furious barrage, blocking the remaining power of Ling Han's punch, but his figure was being continuously pushed back involuntarily. Teng, teng, teng, with every step he took, the ground itself would tremble, and the whole surface of the ground would sink down slightly.
This was because the impact that he was sustaining was too strong. As he stepped back, he was also throwing up blood, and his hair was also stretching out straightly in bursts, as if someone was pulling on it.
Right when he had retreated 50 km, he finally stopped. A trail of deep footsteps was left behind, as well as a trail of blood.
Everyone was shocked, completely incapable of accepting this.
Was he about to defy the heavens?