Long Ditian's aura was overwhelming, and his palm seemed capable of pushing away a giant mountain, instilling a sense of invincibility.
Everyone thought that with one strike, Long Ditian would surely knock Lin Tian down on the ring like a dead dog.
It might even be a fatal blow.
But unexpectedly, before Long Ditian's palm could strike down, he was the one who flew off first.
On the walkway of the stands, Long Ditian's body left a deep mark as he skidded across.
He kneeled and lay on the ground, coughing up blood furiously and looking extremely battered.
His elaborately styled ancient robe was torn to pieces by the residual True Qi, and his body was covered in wounds and smeared with blood.
The most shocking sight was Long Ditian's right hand, the one that struck earlier, had exploded into dust, turning into a mist of blood.
He covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, emitting a painful moan, trembling all over.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
