In Jiao Ming's eyes, Xu Yan's strength was unexpectedly formidable, but to claim he could kill him with three swings of his sword was undoubtedly the talk of a delusional fool.
He practiced a powerful Fist Technique from his faction.
Each blow was surrounded by starlight, like falling stars with a destructive force.
Even though he was only a beginner and his destructive power wasn't strong, he had no issue dispelling this illusory scene.
In the Minor Celestial Realm, while Jiao Ming wasn't considered strong, he wasn't weak either.
This punch, filled with confidence from Jiao Ming, was enough to destroy the illusion. Following that, he would seize the opportunity to launch a powerful attack and suppress his opponent!
Huh!
A breeze brushed by. Jiao Ming startled, from where did this wind come?
How could it disregard his Punch's force and touch him?
Suddenly, he felt a severe headache, his divine might wavered, his consciousness darkened, and his head spun.
