Although the Black-Robed Envoy had not retreated, he was utterly aghast. This boy's fist force was far too overbearing. In all his years, he had fought quite a few peerless experts and naturally experienced many fist techniques, yet none could compare to this one. If this boy reached the peerless realm, he probably would not be able to withstand even a single punch.
Since when did Poison God Valley have such a formidable cultivation method? Could it be a killing move they've kept hidden? If so, this boy's standing in Poison God Valley must be anything but ordinary. No, at this point, whatever his identity, I can only kill him! Many thoughts flashed through the Black-Robed Envoy's mind in an instant.
"I must admit, boy, your fist technique has grown vastly more powerful, but you still can't do anything to this old man. Now your death is certain. It's a pity for a genius to fall, but it is also this old man's honor." His resolve to kill firm, the Black-Robed Envoy sneered.
Huang Xiao merely sneered, then took the initiative and charged at the Black-Robed Envoy again.
"The same punch again? If you have no new tricks, then die!" This time, the Black-Robed Envoy employed a fist technique, meeting Huang Xiao with a punch of his own.
The zither music still lingered around the Black-Robed Envoy's ears, reaching straight into his mind and preventing him from unleashing his full strength. He did not care, however, for his present power was enough to kill this boy.
Huang Xiao did not dodge. Their fists collided head-on with savage force.
Sure enough, this is all the strength he has! the Black-Robed Envoy thought as he felt the force coming from Huang Xiao's fist. But just then, alarm shot through him. "Damn it!"