Chapter 603

Of course, this cannot be underestimated.

For example, the spiritual power of a Dazongshi-level existence, if fully extended, could spread thousands of li in an instant.

However, it is not without limits; although such distance can be covered, the spiritual energy expenditure is immense, and generally no Dazongshi would do such a thing.

So.

All the grandmasters present witnessed Ba Zhanshen being knocked unconscious by one brick, then instantly flung away by two.

"This is impossible!"

Master Weiliya of the Great Law Empire turned pale with shock.

Ba Zhanshen was born in the United States, but later, for various reasons, became the Guardian Dazongshi of Europe.

Ba Zhanshen does not belong to any European nation; if one must name his nationality, it is the United States.

Yet he possesses immense prestige in Europe.

This was forged through countless years of unwavering protection of Europe.

Countless Europeans acknowledge him as Europe's Dazongshi—even though his flag is that of the United States, they still do.

Precisely because of this, the grandmasters here in Europe come from every European nation.

"Trouble! His Majesty Ba Zhanshen!"

Master Hams of the British Empire had also turned grim, but in the next moment, he remembered something and his pupils shrank sharply.

Ba Zhanshen shot toward this location like a cannonball, even overshooting it.

"With this force, he'll likely be flung thousands of li away."

Li Hongtian's eyebrows twitched several times.

He immediately decided, his blood qi surged instantly, his hair stirred without wind, he rose into the air, and terrifying spiritual energy converged as he forcibly caught Ba Zhanshen midair.

Only upon actual contact with Ba Zhanshen did he feel the terrifying force infused into him…

Li Hongtian nearly got flung away himself, his face flushed crimson; he struggled to halt midair for over five hundred meters before barely stopping, then landed on the ground.

The grandmasters of the Shuwei Sect in Europe turned grim, all rising into the air to approach, and upon seeing Ba Zhanshen, their scalps prickled.

A clear brick imprint marred Ba Zhanshen's cheek, proving exactly what had struck him.

"... How could Ba Zhanshen, Europe's Diyida Sect Dazongshi, even eligible to contend for the title of World's Strongest… possibly lose in just a few blows?"

Master Weiliya's lips trembled; at this moment, he recalled Li Hongtian's earlier words: "Can he even last a minute?"

Now he understood: Li Hongtian had not been mocking—he had been stating a fact.

Had there been a full minute? If one counted the exchange between them, it was about thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds—he was defeated. What level of being is this? Is he a god walking among mortals? "So I said, old Ba, why bother… ah."

Li Hongtian sighed deeply.

Then he glanced again at the brick imprint on Ba Zhanshen's face, his eyelid twitching.

Su Sheng, you're truly ruthless.

This brick struck Ba Zhanshen's face; how severe the injury is, remains secondary.

As long as the brick incident remains hidden, it's still bearable; but if it ever surfaces, Ba Zhanshen's face will be utterly shattered—Europe's backbone will truly be broken.

Master Hams's expression shifted several times; he drew a deep breath, knelt on one knee before Li Hongtian, and bowed his head deeply.

"Grandmaster Li! I beg you to lend your aid.

We are willing to offer you the British Empire's entire month's harvest from the underground caverns!"

"After emergency treatment, we will bring him back to Europe for the most proper care."

"... The British Empire really is willing to pay a heavy price this time!"

Li Hongtian's eyebrows twitched several times.

He fell into thought.

Do not dismiss it as merely one month—it is the entire harvest of a veteran great power from the underground caverns; this is unquestionably a astronomical sum.

Of course, this also indirectly reveals the British Empire's extreme regard for… Ba Zhanshen's body.

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