Fear and interest were now in full swing, and the momentum was in the palm of his hand.
Liu Xiaosheng stood in front of a group of elders, facing Yang Ji, his aura becoming denser and more powerful, subtly casting Yang Ji as the opposition.
"Yang Ji, as a member of the Sect, disregards the elders, acts recklessly and brings great disaster upon the Sect. As the Vice Sect Leader, I shall take matters into my own hands to apprehend and kill this man for the Sect," Liu Xiaosheng's eyes sharpened as he suddenly made his move, a dark power condensing within his palm, full of a destructive aura.
"Divine Dark Fist!"
Liu Xiaosheng unleashed the might of the Red Dust Immortal, invincible as he pressured forward, his fists emanating a formidable and vast dark surge, turning into a sky full of fist shadows, enveloping Yang Ji within.
As the fist shadows loomed, Yang Ji saw nothing but the murderous fist shadows encircling his entire body.
