C1133 The Death of the Fist Emperor

That speed was comparable to some cultivators who had just broken through to the Saint Spirit Realm.

“Hmph, no matter how fast you fly, you will never escape from my grasp.”

The Thousand Fists Emperor sneered and watched Ling Jian’s back. He suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch at Ling Jian’s thick back.

Instantly, the surrounding Spiritual Energy quickly gathered