"Impossible, how can I not suppress you after invoking the Mark of the Demon Ancestor with all its power?" Xing Xiong was sent flying by a punch, completely frenzied.
"The Mark of the Demon Ancestor is indeed formidable, actually increasing your strength and the power of your Divine Skills."
"But you are too weak!"
"The so-called 'all its power' is merely the 'all' you are capable of summoning. The vast energy contained within the Mark of the Demon Ancestor, you've only summoned a mere hair of it."
Yang Ji looked disdainful, stretched out a finger, and shook it at him, hoping to crush his spirit.
As he spoke, he suddenly moved, a streak of golden light like lightning tearing through the night sky, unpredictable as a ghost, and inscrutable like the Heavenly Secret, instantly appearing in front of Xing Xiong.
The World Fist smashed down mercilessly.
Bang!
