Xiao Yan did not give in as he sensed the dense cold wind that spread from the large dark-black hand. He coldly laughed, "Do you think that I am afraid of you, old ghost, in a one-on-one battle?
After his cry sounded, a flame hurriedly gathered on his palm. After which, he suddenly threw a punch forward. It heavily collided with Shenluo Guizun's large dark-black hand.
"Octane Blast!"
The wind around the fist suddenly became sharp as it violently collided with the large dark-black hand. A shocking noise abruptly rang out. A rippling force also rapidly spread. The surrounding space gradually became distorted.
"Bam bam!"
The fist and palm collided, and a strong wind erupted in a circular shape. Xiao Yan and Shenluo Guizun's bodies trembled. Their feet took a couple of steps back.
