"Annihilating Heaven Fury Fist!"
Among those present, no one was more shocked or more furious than Iron Mad Sky.
A dignified Forbidden Martial Emperor, suppressed by a lad with less than a hundred years of life essence. If he didn't reclaim his dignity, he would become a permanent clown in the annals of the Martial World, a laughingstock for generations to come.
His white armor emitted a neat and rhythmic vibration. With each vibration, Iron Mad Sky's fist strength increased, and the space couldn't withstand the pressure of the fist, cracking inch by inch, further accelerating his speed. When he was a kilometer away from Shi Xiaole, his fist had reached its peak.
And for the Forbidden Martial Emperor, a distance of a kilometer could be directly ignored.
Whoosh!
In the eyes of the crowd, Shi Xiaole did not retreat or dodge, but stood there with his long sword held straight out in front of him, drawing a tight sword scar.
