Boom!!
Beside the road, among the trees.
Fists and palms clashed, exploding with a muffled sound.
The surrounding trees rustled, and the ground dented as if swept by a fierce wind.
"Wow, what a tremendous strength."
"Innate Divine Strength, no wonder Li Tong took you as his disciple."
Blood Poison Hand Feng Li remained standing in his original place, catching Chen Feng's punch with a single palm.
As their eyes met, he sneered mockingly, his blood-red Power suddenly blossoming, enveloping his entire body.
A faint, bloody scent assaulted the nostrils, danger descended, and Wu Shuang's face behind tensed in disbelief.
"Inner Method Unity!?"
Wasn't he crippled by the Sect Leader ten years ago?
How could he possibly have regained his strength?
As the thought flashed by, he saw Feng Li's left palm radiating a sinister blood color, violently bombarding towards Chen Feng's chest.
