"No wonder you dare interfere in my affairs, the heir of the Military Clan truly does not disappoint. Sadly, you're still far from enough," Miao Keran appeared like a ghost and directly placed his palm on the terrifying furnace of battle intent.
For him, the powerful flames of battle intent seemed almost nonexistent. Gazing at Han Tianzhan, who was protected by a powerful spirit of war, he smiled lightly, "What, you thought conjuring a turtle shell could protect you? You underestimate me too much. After all, I am Xiao Qiang's disciple." As his voice fell, a monstrous power nearly demonic burst forth, the tremendous force rolling out and directly enveloping the spirit of war.
In the instant his power erupted, the spirit of war burst forth, countless battle wills transformed into a pure punch aimed directly at Miao Keran's face.
However, this powerful punch suddenly stopped in front of Miao Keran! There he was, lightly dragging his palm, actually blocking the massive fist.
