C1574 One Sword End

Power surged in the air as the Dorje King faced off against Ye Feng, the tension palpable.

"Prepare to die!"

With no time to waste, the Dorje King skipped the small talk and launched a punch straight at Ye Feng, aiming to crush his skull. His fist turned a brilliant gold, as if coated in sunlight, glowing like a miniature sun.

Ye Feng stood his ground, unfazed by the formidable blow