The crowd was completely dumbfounded, unable to react at all.
Just a moment ago, Qin Wudao had fiercely struck out, shaking the eight directions, his fist glow shining across the sky.
But the next moment, he was smashed to the ground, blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth, and his arms were bursting with bloody wounds.
The contrast was too great, and the time between these events was less than a breath.
At this moment, Qin Wudao's expression was filled with unspeakable shock.
Only those who personally experienced it knew what happened.
In an instant, Jun Xiaoyao, with a simple, straightforward punch, broke his World-Suppressing Emperor Fist and smashed him to the ground.
No fancy moves, simple, crisp, direct.
And during the fist clash, that terrifying physical divine power made Qin Wudao hardly believe it.
He knew Jun Xiaoyao had the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
But even with the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, the strength shouldn't be this overwhelming.
