Liang Hui stomped his foot and instantly appeared in front of Li Muxuan.
His palm extended flat and upward, morphing nearly a thousand times in the blink of an eye, each variation reaching the pinnacle of a different fist technique.
With every change, a roar of a beast resounded, nearly a thousand roars erupting simultaneously, vast and soul-stirring.
"Come, take my punch!"
The punch launched like a dragon, shattering everything around, as the rolling waves of air mixed with the fierce Fistful Intent thundered forward.
There was no so-called probing; with the first move, it was the foundation of fist techniques, Myriad Beasts Fist.
Facing such a punch, beneath the force of the blow, no one could remain unfazed.
Even Li Muxuan, who could only utilize True Realization and Blood Refinement at this moment, was the same.
A solemn trace flickered through his abyss-like pupils.
