"Boom!"
Zhou Shen threw a punch, his fist as bright as the Great Sun, producing waves of Dao sounds.
Though he appeared elderly, his power was terrifyingly unrivaled; he had already demonstrated the strength of a Dharma Martial Saint while at the Vajra Sect, unlike a typical Saint Realm powerhouse.
The Golden Lion King was caught off guard, and the sound waves emitted along with the paws clawed out were all sent back by Zhou Shen's punch. His mountain-like body tumbled through the Void World, almost flying backwards a thousand feet.
"Roar!"
After stabilizing his body, he quickly transformed into a burly man dressed in gold, glaring angrily at Zhou Shen and Wei Fan: "You old thing, you're indeed lurking nearby. His appearance was orchestrated by you."
Wei Fan had already appeared in the Wilderness for three days. The Demon Race's knowledge wasn't delayed about Wei Fan's presence, but rather concerned that his appearance was the work of the Demon Hunter Organization.
