Whether it was Qi Tian or Meng Jianhao, neither of them was lacking in speed. In the blink of an eye, the two of them collided.
Qi Tian was not a man of good temper. Seeing Meng Jianhao charging towards him and deliberately reaching out to grasp the strand of Heavenly Earth Qi, his eyes flashed coldly. "Scram."
With a swing of his hand, Qi Tian threw a punch at Meng Jianhao with Eight Desolate Demon Tiger Fist. Instantly, countless shadows of the fist surged out, like a herd of charging horses rushing towards Meng Jianhao.
