"Heavenly Desolation! Divine! Fist!"
Just as the old man's furious Demon Fog fist was about to strike Leng Xi's face, a cold shout erupted from Leng Xi's mouth.
Simultaneously, Leng Xi unleashed an extremely fierce punch, colliding instantly with the old man's ferocious strike.
"Bang!" The clash of mighty powers echoed with another explosive sound.
Following this, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they saw the old man's figure sent flying backward by Leng Xi's force.
In contrast, Leng Xi still stood arrogantly at the center of the field, unmoved, like a towering peak in the midst of the heavens.
"Has Leng Xi won?"
"Leng Xi truly deserves to be the Sacred Son of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land! With just this strike, he sent the old man flying."
"It seems that at the start, Leng Xi wasn't serious at all, he just casually made his move."
"Yes! Naturally! Otherwise, how could the attack of the Sacred Son Leng Xi be so easily shattered?"
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