C277 Epoch of Slaughter

As Fang Jiuhua counted down the final number, Yuan Qianmiao, who had been exuding strength and throwing powerful punches, came to an abrupt halt one meter away from Fang Jiuhua, as if he had run into an invisible wall.

The energy from Yuan Qianmiao's fist continued to surge forward, causing the fat on Fang Jiuhua's face to quiver. Despite this, Fang Jiuhua, wearing a serene smile