"Vishnu," Guo Yi said with a contemptuous smile, then went on, "Even if the Sect Master of Vishnu Gate were here, he would be nothing more than a defeated opponent at my hands. And you, an insignificant disciple of Vishnu Gate, dare to challenge the might of a Grandmaster?"
"Audacious scoundrel, how dare you insult my Sect!" Sharuk's face darkened as he angrily said, "You're courting death!"
Bang!
His right foot stamped on the granite floor, cracking it. The ground shattered like a spider's web. In an instant, countless fissures spread. Sharuk shot out like a cannonball, his fists pounding towards Guo Yi.
Guo Yi's face remained calm, his eyes clear and transparent. From his deep black eyes, as lustrous as gemstones, one could see Sharuk's fist growing from a small point to filling his entire field of vision.
As the other's fist was about to smash into his face,
Snap!
