The sword is the foremost among all weapons, the fist, the epitome of dominance!
Su Sheng positioned himself, legs split front and back as if drawing a Sun Shooting Bow, and ferociously launched his right fist, unleashing his invincible might. His tyrannical fist, enveloped in vigorous qi like a burning meteor, dared to collide with the innate sword qi.
"Crack!"
It was as if a porcelain vase shattered in an instant, emitting a sound of breaking. In this contradictory battle, it was unclear whether the sword qi was sharper or the iron fist was more domineering.
Plop plop!
The rainwater turned to mist before hitting the ground, the droplets vaporizing and rising again.
"I am Sage Hand King Yama!"
