"Idiot!"
The old man instantly flew into a rage.
Boundless fury had long been gathering in his triangular eyes, erupting completely the moment Bai Zihe finished speaking.
An irresistible killing intent burst forth from his body.
Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, like a mystical tortoise in a deep abyss, like a gluttonous beast eclipsing the moon, like a long dragon roaring at the heavens!
The moment it spread.
Everything around was ruthlessly shredded into pieces.
The entire pavilion slowly plummeted to the ground, as the supporting structure had been completely shattered by the potent killing intent.
"Crash!"
"Rumble!"
"Crackling!"
"..."
Scattered wood splinters swirled into terrifying storms, wreaking havoc everywhere.
At this moment.
The old man was like a demon god from the abyss returning to the human world.
His killing intent was palpable, his demonic might vast and imposing.
Gaoqiao Yilong and the others had already retreated dozens of meters away.
They were in no position to intervene in a battle of this magnitude; even a slight brush with the aftershocks... would result in immediate death.
"Bai Zihe, you're dead!"
Gaoqiao Yilong's face was filled with a cold expression, yet it also held a hint of smugness: "The one standing before you is one of the top experts of our Great Ying Nation, Lord Matsushima no Suke!"
"To enrage him..."
"Is no different from poking a tiger's backside or pulling a Yama's beard; it's digging your own grave!"
Another Ying person beside him sneered disdainfully.
"Bai Zihe..."
"You are arrogant and presumptuous, and today is the day of your demise!"
Bai Zihe let out a mocking laugh.
From the appearance of the old man, to him freeing Gaoqiao Yilong, and then to the eruption of his astonishing killing intent...
Bai Zihe had never even spared him a proper glance.
"You are called Matsushima no Suke?"
Bai Zihe's gaze fell upon the old man, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Matsushima no Suke narrowed his eyes, cold light flashing, but he did not reply.
Bai Zihe paid it no mind and said with a smile, "Let me change your name for you; it shall be 'Song Ren Tou' (Sending Heads). You traveled thousands of miles to our Great Xia to send heads..."
"It's quite fitting!"
His words were like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
Matsushima no Suke flew into a blind rage.
"Boom!"
Without a word, he strode forward, raising his hand and throwing a punch at Bai Zihe.
This punch...
Carried the radiance of the sun god and stirred the forces of wind and thunder.
The moment it appeared, it caused the remnants of the pavilion to explode, the surrounding sounds of detonation echoing everywhere.
Instantly, smoke and dust billowed, the ground shook and the mountains trembled.
"Bai Zihe, die!"
"Lord Matsushima's single punch has once made rivers run dry; even now, myths of him are often told throughout our Ying nation."
Witnessing this, the corners of Gaoqiao Yilong's mouth almost reached his ears.
"Bai Zihe..."
"To die by this punch is the greatest fortune you've accumulated over eight lifetimes. Remember in the underworld not to misreport your killer to the King of Hell!"
The surrounding Ying people were incredibly smug.
And in the distance.
Countless Ying warriors had also surrounded the area.
Seeing Matsushima no Suke's punch, they had already prostrated themselves on the ground, their expressions filled with excitement, for they had witnessed a divine miracle.
In the blink of an eye.
Matsushima no Suke's punch arrived at Bai Zihe's chest.
"Bai Zihe..."
"This punch is called, Heaven-Shaking Fist!"
"One punch unleashed is enough to majestically shake the heavens and earth!"
Matsushima no Suke's lips were as cold as hell: "To die by this punch, you have reason to be proud."
Immediately.
With irresistible power, accompanied by boundless momentum, it came crashing down.
Bai Zihe smiled indifferently and threw a punch in return.
This punch...
Was devoid of any flashy movements.
Yet, the moment it was thrown, it possessed an aura that stole the creations of heaven and earth and was utterly destructive.
"Boom!"
The two fists collided.
Instantly, a fierce light erupted, outshining the sun's brilliance.
The powerful shockwave swept outwards, crushing everything in its vicinity into dust, which slowly drifted away in the fierce wind.
The crowd was blinded by the light, unable to open their eyes.
Even.
Some Ying warriors with insufficient strength who forced themselves to look had their eyes bleed, a horrifying sight.
Only a few Ying people with considerable strength vaguely saw a figure being sent flying backward abruptly, twitching uncontrollably in mid-air.
A moment later.
The light dissipated, the wind and clouds subsided!
Everything returned to its place, and the onlookers finally focused their gaze.
There, a figure stood tall and majestic.
It was Bai Zihe!