C37 Suppressing the Blood Refinement Sect

That punch was filled with resplendent starlight, as though it was carrying the light of the bright moon, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble.

Yang Feiwen stopped breathing, his heart thumped wildly, a strong sense of death assaulted him, causing him to feel terrified, cold sweat pouring out of his body. Looking at the incoming fist, he could not find any way to defend himself