"That blood qi… Have you reached the Hundred Cauldrons Stage?"

Old Wang's eyes widened as the realization hit him. 

The next moment, Lu Changsheng threw a punch, and the translucent giant seemed to mirror the motion. 

Thud!

Old Wang struck back, and when his beastly fist collided with Lu Changsheng's, a dull sound rang out. Old Wang's enormous body shuddered violently as a vicious force rippled through him—the force of one hundred and twenty cauldrons. 

However, Lu Changsheng also felt the brunt of Old Wang's punch. After the demonic transformation, his strength stood roughly at a hundred cauldrons. Just like that, a demonic martial artist could easily sweep aside anyone...