The tempest dispersed.
Liang Hui and the Heavenly Fox Emperor stood facing each other, as if neither had moved.
But on Liang Hui's body, wounds had already appeared, with droplets of blood continuously flowing down, staining his silver robe.
"Let's see your fist, as the curtain falls on this farce."
The Heavenly Fox Emperor gently stroked the hem of her robe, wiping away non-existent dust, her eyes hazy and unfocused.
"Too much nonsense!"
Liang Hui's eyes were fierce.
Boom!
He stomped his foot, his arms extended straight forward, the splendid starlight and moonlight gathering between his fingers.
The overwhelming Fistful Intent and Qi-Blood filled the heavens and the earth, raging and overflowing.
Watching such a fist, disappointment flickered in the eyes of the Heavenly Fox Emperor.
Suddenly, the fist that was thrust forward rapidly changed, the moonlight and starlight turning pitch black.
