Yan Kun's face turned ugly, and he snorted coldly, "Kid, daring to attack me, you're truly seeking death."
"Next, I'll show you the consequences of provoking me!"
With a cold snort, Yan Kun charged quickly.
He was shining with brilliant light all over, his whole person like a Heavenly God, carrying immense power.
With one kick, Yan Kun's entire right leg shone with flowing light, like a sharp blade, sweeping the front.
Yan Kun only had the cultivation of a Five-star King, yet this kick was even more terrifying than an ordinary Six-star King.
It seems that the Holy Land disciples are indeed exceptionally formidable.
Lin Xuan let out a long shout, swinging the Destructive Black Dragon Fist as he fought.
Bang Bang Bang!
The clash of fists and feet emitted a sound like thunder shock.
The energy was too terrifying, each strike capable of splitting mountains and rivers, destroying a city.
After ten moves, Yan Kun flew backward again, his entire right leg completely numb.
