C292 Vermillion Bird Imprint

Retracting the Fa Li and turning it into a black gauntlet, Fang Yi quickly retreated like a rabbit. His fists glowed with a golden light and with astonishing frequency, he continuously punched the air in front of him which was filled with punches, like a steel wall.

Divine Fist!

Clang clang clang clang …

Sparks flew in all directions as the sharp gray sword struck the wall of fist