Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword

"I must refuse!" Zhou Heng shook his head, as a Martial Artist, he couldn’t possibly entrust his life to the whims of another, even if that person was Han Yiyao’s aunt. "Hmph, just as I thought, harboring ill intentions!" Han Yulian’s murderous aura was evident—If not for harboring schemes, why wouldn’t she let him be captured? She was at the level of the Spirit Sea Realm, capable of killing or injuring someone in the blink of an eye. Did she really need to deceive Zhou into surrendering willingly?

With that, she couldn’t let Zhou Heng go!

She reached out again, grabbing toward Zhou Heng with a large Spiritual Power hand that covered the sky.

Zhou Heng dodged fluidly under Han Yulian’s attack, moving effortlessly. However, this ultimately wasn’t a solution; using the Swift Cloud Radiant Step was immensely draining on Spiritual Power and could not be sustained indefinitely.

When Martial Artists converse, it naturally comes down to strength!

The other party didn’t trust him, simply because they thought he wasn’t strong enough.

Then it would be a battle!

Zhou Heng bellowed, and a mighty punch burst forth.

Simple, direct—the punch tore through the air, the sound of sonic booms continuous, his entire fist turned the color of gold.