Feng Wuchen's words scared Zhao Zhiyang out of his wits.
A Tianji Realm practitioner had unleashed an Earth Grade Martial Skill, which Feng Wuchen shattered with just two fists. How domineering and terrifying was that?
Zhao Zhiyang had no confidence in blocking such a terrifying martial skill!
However, Feng Wuchen didn't give him time to think it over.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
His fist struck through the air, arriving in an instant, and with a loud boom, the invisible and terrifying imprint of the fist forced Zhao Zhiyang to spit out blood. His body flew out like a kite with its string cut.
"Elder Zhao!" Zhao Tianzheng hastily flashed forward to catch him.
The speed of the fist was too fast. Zhao Zhiyang couldn't manage to resist, not even having time to react.
Feng Wuchen's terrifying punch landed solidly on Zhao Zhiyang's chest, severely injuring him.
The Primeval Dragon God Fist was domineering and terrifying!
