Yang Ji's expression was ice-cold as he stared at Liu Xiaosheng, who was none other than the Heavenly Demon. He didn't want to reveal too much of his strength and prepared to deal with each move as it came.
Liu Xiaosheng gazed deeply at Yang Ji and, even as he transformed into a black streak lunging forward, his fist, emanating a dark gleam, smashed towards Yang Ji's chest.
The very space twisted, and the afterimages that appeared were somewhat blurry. The oppressive gust of wind shattered a vast expanse of the void, emitting a cracking sound.
Yang Ji raised his fist to meet the attack. When the fists collided, a metallic clang resonated. Bright glows sparkled forth, and both men seemed to don a robe of golden and black radiance, like two War Gods locked in fierce battle.
