"Xiao Yan!"
"What are you doing!"
At this moment, watching this lightning attack strike, a chill instantly permeated the Fist Emperor's heart!
"Vanish!"
Xiao Yan urged all his strength, yet he was still unable to disrupt or halt the attack. Suddenly, the Fist Emperor's eyes flashed with a burst of ferocity. With a loud roar, his footing steady upon the square, he threw a punch that dominated heaven and earth!
"Boom!"
The golden lightning and this punch collided instantly. All the forces across the square were instantly repelled, and the terrifying destructive fluctuations continuously pounded against both men's minds.
A moment later, the attacks faded into calm, save for the Fist Emperor's fist, which was stained with shreds of blood, while even his eyes brimmed with an expression of astonishment.
"Fist Emperor, are you alright?"
Seeing the Fist Emperor's final, unflinching move, Xiao Yan felt more or less a measure of admiration in his heart.
"I'm fine."
The Fist Emperor's heart shrank slightly as he looked at Xiao Yan as though viewing a monster.
Had it not been for some trump card methods of his own against that kind of attack just now, he feared death would have been certain, or at the very least a grievous injury!
This Xiao Yan was full of hidden depths!
"Brother Fist Emperor... shall we go again?"
As the fierce clash of the terrifying strike just came to an end upon the square ravaged by layers of gale-force fist wind, Xiao Yan paid no heed to his buzzing knuckles, looking with a squinting smile toward the position of Wujitian the Fist Emperor.
At this moment, Wujitian the Fist Emperor had his entire arm utterly numb, as though-had the latter not defended against that previous strike-the golden dragon shadow transformed from the Dragon God's Wrath