Faced with such a fierce punch, Third Uncle Fang Yueming was scared, stunned, and totally unable to unleash the power of his level 29 magic prints.
He just watched as that violent punch smashed toward him.
However, right before the fist was going to smash into Fang Yueming's head, another palm darted out to intercept with an aura which was like
If it could be said that Fang Xingjian's fist was like a huge and violent beast that would wreak havoc and create chaos, even tearing the skies apart... Then this intercepting palm was like the Goddess Nüwa's act of patching up the heavens. No matter how hard one were to crush the sky, it would still be mended again.
In that instant the fist and palm came into contact, a muffled sound resonated in everyone's minds. It was as if their consciousness were completely shattered, and their minds had gone blank.
