Layers of dark cloud accumulated overhead, and rain poured down like a waterfall.

Su Hongli and Su Yi stood in the air, staring each other down from a distance. 

Everyone watched with rapt attention. Although the battle had yet to begin, everyone knew that regardless of who won, today’s duel would enter the annals of history and shake the entire nation.

Kacha!

A dazzling streak of lightning cut through the dark clouds, illuminating the world below. 

Practically simultaneously, Su Hongli took action.

Boom!

His feet carried him through the sky as he threw a punch. Its surging force glittered like gold, like a blazing sun. The curtain of rain burst around it, opening a thousand-foot gap in the downpour.

The imprint of that searing fist force seemed capable of burning the entire world. As the punch descended, it shone with the radiance of the sun, searing beyond limit. Even the Earthly Immortals held their breath.

It was just one punch, but it was mighty and overpowering!

The ordinary martial artists watching from a distance were even more shaken. The sheer majesty of that fist seemed to seize their hearts, plunging them into an abyss of quivering despair. 

Only the elderly Daoist knew it, but this fist was called “Melting Suns”,...