As the words fell!
Whoosh!
A gold figure instantly appeared beside Yang Mo.
Just at this moment, the martial artist opposite had already fiercely launched his punch.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao suddenly appear.
The martial artist in the Late Stage of Control Realm had a flash of cold light in his eyes and snorted coldly.
His True Qi surged violently, the power intensified, directly enveloping Zhang Xiaohao, intending to kill him as well.
"You've got some nerve! Trying to kill even me? Die!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
His right hand swiftly reached forward, grabbing the incoming punch.
No matter how fierce the attack on the opponent's fist was, before Zhang Xiaohao's palm, not even a ripple was stirred, and it was suppressed.
"What? This is impossible!" The opponent said incredulously upon seeing this scene.
"There's nothing impossible in this world; if there is, it only shows you're too weak! Alright, it's time the game ended, die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
