"Die!"
Su Fang shouted.
Another punch came smashing straight at Brother Meng.
Brother Meng hardened his heart as well, swinging his saber with all his strength at Su Fang's fist.
Bang!
A thunderous boom rang out.
The saber flew from Brother Meng's hand, and he himself was blasted away.
Just as Su Fang sent Brother Meng flying, the cold, masked young man seized the chance to launch a sneak attack, stabbing straight toward Su Fang's back.
"Hmph!"
Su Fang snorted coldly.
He swiftly circulated Demon Power, tightly protecting his body.
Bang!
It was as though the blade had struck refined iron.
That strike actually failed to pierce Su Fang's skin.
"You..."
The cold young man could not help crying out in alarm.
Yet Su Fang gave him no chance to remain shocked. He swung a backhanded punch directly into his chest.
"Pfft..."
The cold young man spat out a mouthful of blood before flying backward.
At this moment, unable to use cultivation arts or martial skills, neither Brother Meng nor the cold young man was a match for Su Fang.
It was also the first time Su Fang had so clearly felt the power of his physical body.
Merely the Second-Transformation Demon Body was enough to crush a Seventh-Stage Martial Spirit.
If he could advance to the Third-Stage God Body, would he be able to crush an Eighth-Stage Martial King?
As Su Fang pondered this, his attacks did not cease.
Instead, he continued charging toward Brother Meng, intending to kill one of them first.
"This punch will kill you!"
Su Fang growled.
He threw a fatal punch directly at the gravely injured Brother Meng.
"No! Don't! I won't fight for it anymore..."
Brother Meng screamed in terror.
But all that greeted him was Su Fang's iron fist.
Boom!
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