"If that's all, then you can die!"
Peng Yu looked indifferently at Chi Zhonglin and the other, the endless will of Fist Intent reverberating through the sky.
"Tribulation!"
Peng Yu's hands moved like a storm, with a slight twist, his entire being seemed like a massive tornado, causing the airflow in Black Wind Valley to explode in shock. Thunderclouds gathered above his head, as if the world-ending thunder tribulation was about to destroy the entire earth.
With eyes cold as a ghost's stare, the surging Qi-Blood stirred the sky, even dyeing the thunderclouds overhead a deep red.
Rumble!
The roaring Fist Intent surged, raising a storm that swept the heavens, making the void howl like torn fabric.
"This punch..."
Chi Zhonglin on the ground was utterly shocked, a sense of deathly fear erupted in his heart. Despite both being in the Life and Death Realm, why was there such a vast difference?
"This punch is still far from enough."
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly echoed.
