Jiang Chen unleashed a relentless flurry of punches.
His entire arm blurred into a dazzling flurry of phantoms, sending a stream of afterimages crashing down.
Each punch carried devastating force!
Xin Yuhuang's expression was cold. A silver, spherical barrier enveloped him, like a full moon shielding him from harm.
His Moonlight Divine Fist was an Earth-Tier High-Level Martial Skill.
With every punch he threw, a silver crescent moon seemed to slash through the air toward his target.
BOOM! RUMBLE—
Their battle raged from the heavens to the earth, burrowed deep underground, and then erupted back into the sky.
Each exchange was fleeting; they would clash for a moment before instantly pulling away.
"Iron Painting Silver Hooks!"
Xin Yuhuang roared, his sharp brows twitching. He swept his long, fair arm through the air, his palm grasping at the void.
BOOM!
