Without hesitation, Meng Chuan sunk his waist and sat back on his hips, initiating the Five Elements Fist.
As the punch moved, the air emitted a sound like tearing silk, while the Five Qi flowed freely and dispersed, sometimes even beyond imagination.
Brilliant colors splashed forth, astonishingly appearing together, racing like a rainbow.
Falling, withered leaves quietly landed on the ground.
The aroma of wine was completely dispersed by the punch's wind.
As the punch was executed, a phantom silently floated in mid-air.
In the distance, Yang Yuelian and Dragon Demon did not see it.
The existence of the phantom seemed beyond the three realms, and outside the Five Elements.
Only Meng Chuan slowly stopped, sniffing with spirit sensitivity, his left eye showing an anomaly, as if sensing something.
He looked up at the void and bowed:
"Could you be the venerable King Xiang present?"
[Fist Shocking the Eight Desolates · Qin Xiang].
