The golden fist rapidly enlarged in Young Master Bai's pupils.
The terrifying Fist Momentum made the ground sink. Golden light surged, transforming into the phantom of a massive jiaolong, as though it would devour heaven, earth, and all things on the spot.
The corner of Young Master Bai's mouth suddenly curled up. Just as Ao Wu's fist came hurtling toward him, he seized it with lightning speed.
In an instant, the golden light collapsed, and the jiaolong phantom vanished into nothingness.
Ao Wu's expression changed drastically. He frantically drove the demonic power throughout his body, yet his fist could not advance even an inch!
"Your punch is nothing but fancy footwork—without the slightest bit of strength or momentum."
"Let this young master teach you what a punch is."
The icy voice rang out, and Ao Wu's heart jolted wildly.
A fist glimmering with a ghostly light swiftly enlarged in Ao Wu's pupils. He instinctively tried to dodge, but he was held fast by his opponent.
Bang!
The punch crashed into him, piercing flesh and skin, shattering bones and meridians.
Blood sprayed high into the air. Ao Wu's body went limp as his vital essence, energy, and spirit rapidly drained from the bloody hole in his chest at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Not only that, but the terrifying fist force continued to spread through the wound, even destroying his divine soul.
His eyes turned vacant as beautiful scenes from the past surfaced in his mind. Then darkness swallowed his vision, and he completely lost consciousness.
A young powerhouse of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan had been killed by Young Master Bai with a single punch.
Retracting his fist, Young Master Bai looked at the stunned members of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan, then sneered. "That's it? You're looking