Han Sen's face was not looking good. If you touched Saint Fan Emperor's body, your limbs could sink and become one with him, and any subsequent hits meant bringing damage to yourself. This was what had occurred to them.
Saint Fan Emperor did not feel any pain, and amidst all this, he smiled and said, "Xie Qing King, that is a name not unfamiliar to me. I heard of the power you wielded back when I was first born. I must say, the claims of your talents are overrated."
Saint Fan threw a fist to punch Xie Qing King's belly.
Xie Qing King had one of his hands in Sant Fan's chest, and his other was lodged inside his opponent's head. There was nothing he could do to dodge.
Saint Fan Emperor's fist began to boil with an eerie silver light, as if he was absorbing Xie Qing King's power.
Pang! Pang!
Saint Fan's fists, imbued with silver light, began to pummel Xie Qing King repeatedly, until his chest caved-in.
