Boom! 

The heavy hammer roared towards Zhou Yuan's head amidst solemn gazes, and the fabric of space showed signs of crumbling. 

Hovering in midair, Zhou Yuan indifferently watched the tiger hammer wrapped in destructive force swing towards him. He slowly clenched his hand and raised his fist.

His punch, simple and unshowy, differed greatly from Qianhu’s incomparably fierce attack. 

Many onlookers inwardly shook their heads, and their gazes towards Zhou Yuan turned sympathetic. Zhou Yuan would survive if he fled, but he’s unwilling to retreat and instead wants to face the attack head-on!

Does he want to die?!   

Clang!  

Under many pitiful gazes, the tiger hammer slammed into Zhou Yuan’s...