Feeling the terrifying power gathered in Long Yuntian's right fist, Ye Qingfeng's eyes flickered slightly, a trace of excitement seeping from deep within his eyes.
This was the battle he needed, this was the opponent he craved.
Long Yuntian skillfully contained the overwhelming killing intent, compressing it all onto his fist, which appeared to weaken its might, but in fact, it had magnified the power of the Killing Fist countless times over.
Even compressing a breath of air into an extremely small space would unleash tremendous power, let alone compressing an invisible killing intent onto a fist, the destructive power of which would increase exponentially.
"A mere Killing Fist, what have I to fear? Bring it on!"
Ye Qingfeng stepped out, a shade of deep blue surged onto his fist, then glimmers of blue gathered at one point, seemingly forming a protective barrier outside his fist.
