"Who cares about your nonsense, kill!"
The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow stepped forward, his fist technique roared like thunder, and unleashed a devastating strike. Flames surged on his fist, seemingly intending to ignite the world and burn everything.
The Golden Crow True Flame, burning all things.
With this punch, he resonated with the Great Sun in the sky, a trace of the Power of the Great Sun descended, melting into his bloodline, providing a significant boost to his cultivation.
Under the sunlight, his cultivation forcibly increased by three layers.
"A feathered beast, daring to call itself the Sun?"
Lu Xuanji took a step forward, white flames burning around him, his entire aura rising, Qi and Blood surging, as if magma was boiling, as if great rivers were flowing, as if mountains and rivers were roaring.
A punch shot towards the sky, shattering the heavens.
A punch that suppressed heaven and earth.
Boom, boom, boom!
