As soon as Duan Tian's voice fell, Fang Wang's lips curved upward. He drew back his right arm and then threw an uppercut with his right fist.
With that punch, the heavens and earth changed color!
Duan Tian's eyes widened. Within his pupils, countless black dragons rose, as if flames of black earth had broken through the ground, ready to pierce the firmament.
Everything happened too quickly!
So quickly that the Saint Emperor above and the twelve Purple-Robed Cultivators couldn't react in time.
Their vast Spiritual Power was torn asunder by the nine ferocious black dragons. In an instant, their figures were swept past by the dragons and ceased to exist.
The Nine Dragons Tyrant Fist stirred a world-shocking whirlwind from the ground, scattering the clouds in the sky until it disappeared above the firmament.
Fang Wang didn't look up. He withdrew his fist and turned to look at Ji Rutian, saying, "Joining Wangdao isn't so simple. Do you have any attachment to this mortal realm?"