"Die..."
Li Tianyu used almost every ounce of his strength to condense a bolt of purple lightning and blast it toward He Pingsheng's fist.
The energy in the thick arc of lightning was on the verge of exploding.
The next instant, the Fist Phantom collided with the Lightning Power.
The result!
All the power in the fist was stripped away, while the Lightning Power continued forward without weakening in the slightest, pouring into He Pingsheng's body in its entirety.
Li Tianyu froze for a moment. What was going on?
Was that punch a feint?
But if it was, wouldn't this bastard's body be torn apart by the lightning?
What kind of fighting style was this?
For an instant, Li Tianyu was utterly baffled.
But a moment later, he discovered to his astonishment that a powerful defensive force had suddenly surged from He Pingsheng's Daoist robe, canceling out his Lightning Power.
Only then did Li Tianyu understand. So this bastard's clothes were a divine artifact.
"Another supreme-grade one?" His mouth fell open in shock.
But that wasn't right!
What was his opponent trying to accomplish by doing this?
Just to make a feint, come right up to me, and take a blow?
No... no... there had to be a scheme.
Get away!
At that moment, Li Tianyu panicked completely. He pushed off with his feet, intending to retreat.
But it was already too late.
He Pingsheng abruptly opened his attacking fist, and a purplish-red divine talisman shot from his palm toward Li Tianyu.
Its speed was beyond compare.
Moreover, Li Tianyu had just used almost all his strength to unleash that bolt of purple lightning. He had no time at all to launch another attack now.
He would need at least the span of a breath.
But he did not even