What a pity.
Even with a great gap in cultivation!
Wang Zanggu's "Bone Burying Wind" could only cut an inch deep into the Gang Qi and could go no further, and could not harm him...
"Not bad, just a Grade One Grandmaster, yet possessing such moves, such power, it is indeed rare." Elder Jintong, amid his attack, feeling the power of the Bone Burying Wind, was slightly astonished, "Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, all these are futile!"
As he spoke.
He had already rushed in front of Wang Zanggu, his Copper Fist already heavily smashing towards Wang Zanggu.
"Pfft——!!"
Wang Zanggu spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying backward.
"..."
Everyone was struck dumb.
They didn't expect Wang Zanggu to really not escape or dodge; even during the fist strike, he didn't blink an eye, as if he was prepared to die.
What kind of belief did he hold?
"Next, it's your turn."
Elder Jintong looked at the crowd.
