"Hmph, since you want to die. Your father shall grant you your wish." Looking at Wang Xiaoliu, who was dashing towards him, the Qiankun Sect disciple gripped his fists with his blood pumping.
Wang Xiaoliu's face was resolute as he gritted his teeth. Even though his Titanium Grade Demon Body was already at its peak state, he knew that he was no match for this disciple before him.
But, so what? No matter what, he would pit his life against this person.
BAM!
As the punch landed on Wang Xiaoliu's chest, the energy spread out violently.
The Qiankun Sect disciple smirked. This punch would definitely take his life.
But at this moment, he was shocked to find out that even though Wang Xiaoliu has taken his punch, he was still gripping on tightly to the Qiankun Sect disciple's wrist like a fly that didn't know its place.
