There are no fancy moves, only each punch landing on flesh.
Feng Tiangang's ghost corpse had obviously been tempered, extremely tough, such that even a Qi Transformation Peak expert would struggle to break its physical defenses with full strength.
Zhang Xiaoshan's Glazed Glass Vajra Body was also extraordinarily miraculous and unmatched.
Several minutes passed.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Zhang Xiaoshan was a legitimate demigod strongman, one that was just a step away from the God Realm.
Feng Tiangang was different.
He merely relied on external forces to forcefully elevate his cultivation.
At this moment, the drug's effect was about to wear off, and he could already feel his power dissipating.
"Heavenly Dragon Fist."
Zhang Xiaoshan raised his fist and struck Feng Tiangang hard in the chest, sending him flying several meters away.
Several off-road vehicles were crushed into a pile by him.
"Cough, cough, cough."
He coughed as he stood up from the ground.
