The clouds and mist between heaven and earth roiled and surged, an incomparably lethal aura descended between the two.
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Sheng's gaze became extremely indifferent, and his figure suddenly vanished without warning.
In the next moment, he suddenly appeared behind Ke Kun out of thin air, raising his hand for a punch, the fist carrying dazzling lightning, smashing hard into Ke Kun's back.
This punch was as heavy as a mountain and as fast as lightning; even a golden mountain blocking in front would be easily blasted through by it.
However, this unexpected, fierce blow actually... struck nothing.
When the fist light touched Ke Kun's body, his figure unexpectedly shattered like a mass of water vapor and in the blink of an eye was burnt away by the lightning.
"Hmm?... A fake! As expected... cunning and skillful!" Zhao Sheng's eyebrows slightly raised at the sight, and he couldn't help but be startled in his heart.
