"Don't force me to strike."
Xiao Qiang showed no expression, his feet relentlessly moving forward, faster and faster, more urgently.
In a blink of an eye, he was already within a meter of Fourth Master Long.
A murderous glint flashed in Fourth Master Long's eyes. His opponent was pushing him too far. Even if he had to resort to such a move, he'd ensure his adversary was buried.
"You're asking for death!" Fourth Master Long roared, his fist already swinging out fiercely. A surging wave burst forth, and though his fist hadn't landed, a chilling wind had already left a faint scar on Xiao Qiang's face.
The terrifying fist swelled, like a massive mountain.
In that moment, there was nothing in front of Xiao Qiang but the dreadful fist brimming with energy.
Long Zaitian could feel his blood boiling at this moment. His teeth grinded loudly in anger. This was a real powerhouse, the legendary Celestial Level. Any previous stages felt like a joke in comparison.
