Meng Hu's eyes were bloodshot.
He clenched his fists and met the huge fist with all his might.
There was a loud rumble!
His face was pale as he watched his arm turn into ashes in despair.
Then, his body turned into ashes.
But what puzzled him was that even though his head had turned into ashes, he could still see everything below his neck being destroyed.
Oh, right. That was his Divine Will. That was his soul.
The starry sky returned to normal.
Meng Hu's soul floated in the air.
He felt cold without a body.
'Am I dead?'
He had heard that when a person died, their soul would dissipate quickly.
At that time, he would truly cease to exist.
'No!
I don't want to die!
Grand Master, save me … Grand Master … '
He screamed in fear. But the starry sky was silent. There was only endless darkness.
He started running around frantically, screaming hysterically. He did not know what he was screaming for.
After some time, he felt tired. He stopped and started spacing out.
He felt colder and colder. His soul was wavering as if it was about to dissipate.
After some time, it felt like a few seconds, but it also felt like countless years.
His consciousness started to blur.
There was no light in the starry sky.
'It's over!'
'I'm going to disappear from this world …'
However, at this moment, a voice rang out in his head.
"Meng Hu, wake up. You've lost."
It was the Grand Master's voice.
Meng Hu was overjoyed.
He was about to scream for help when he remembered the Grand Master's words.
"Wake up?
Lost? "
'What does that mean?
'Oh, right. I was challenging Zhang Xing just now.
'I was punched in his Domain …'
'No!
'No, I'm not dead!'
'Why else would the Grand Master's voice be so clear?'
'This is all an illusion!'
"Swoosh!"
His consciousness returned.
A familiar environment appeared in front of him.
Zhang Xing's fist stopped in front of his forehead.
His expression was calm and his posture was graceful. There was no mockery or sympathy in his eyes.
It was as if he was doing something normal.
And he was holding his head and squatting on the ground …
'What … is going on?'
Meng Hu was stunned.
'Why am I hallucinating?
This shouldn't be the case!
If Zhang Xing was a four or five-star Battle-Saint, he could still understand.
But the key point was that Zhang Xing was only at the One Star Realm!
However, none of this was important. Winning or losing didn't matter.
He was even a little happy.
There was a saying that one had survived a calamity, and that was exactly how he felt.
He stood up and dusted himself off.
Cupping his fists respectfully, he said, "Saint Zhang's cultivation is indeed powerful. Meng Hu admits defeat!"
After saying that, he calmly turned around and left.
It wasn't until he was more than ten meters away that the joy on his face faded.
Boundless fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
How could he forget the scene in his illusion?
No, that wasn't an illusion!
The power of Zhang Xing's punch was absolutely real!
He could destroy a planet with a single punch.
If it was an enemy, then he would really be dead.
Zhang Xing had punched him in the head.
"The third challenge, Zhang Xing and Shi Yi have won. The next challenge begins!"
The fat elder announced with a smile.
"Let me!"
"I'll go!"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
The fat elder looked at them and smiled even more happily.
The juniors of the Meng Family were indeed courageous.
Even the Three Star Battle-Saint, Meng Hu, had been defeated so thoroughly, yet they were still scrambling to charge forward.
Not fearing a strong enemy and having the courage to challenge themselves was a very good sign.
This was also thanks to the juniors of the other two families.
After so many years of suppression, none of the juniors of the Meng Family were willing to bow their heads. They would rather bleed standing than kneel and surrender.