This punch, like a meteor falling, was splendid and dazzling, with a burst of purple fire flashing!
Unable to retreat or dodge any further, Jin Xiulong could only toughen up and brace himself with a palm, his face twisted to the extreme.
As the Young Master of White Jade Valley who had broken through to the Spirit Gathering Realm at an early age, he was naturally extremely arrogant. When had he ever been pressured and beaten like this?
With a muffled sound, Zhou Heng's punch pierced through Jin Xiulong's defense and landed on his chest.
Jin Xiulong's body trembled, and he was blasted into the air, flying in an arc across the sky before landing heavily on the ground. He struggled to rise, coughing repeatedly, spitting out fresh blood as he did.
His face first turned bright red, then pale. Jin Xiulong took a step forward and pointed at Zhou Heng, only managed to utter the word "you," before he fell forward with a thud and did not get up again.
