บท 1199: None is a Match for Him

"RUMBLE!" The earth trembled. Everywhere Qin Wentian stepped, cracks would appear. His hundred meter tall body shimmered with a divine glow and he instantly blasted out with a palm that manifested several ancient characters of suppression which blotted out the sky. He stood tall and peered down at his opponents. The power unleashed from his attack was like divine might that descended from the heavens.

"His form is so large. Everyone focus your attacks on him and take his life!" An eighth-level white tiger king roared loudly. His baleful energy towered up as he reverted back to his gigantic true form, resembling an imposing mountain. He was now the same size at Qin Wentian, and he, as a white tiger king, naturally seemed more terrifying in comparison.