C460 The battle of the ancient city

Dragon Fist roared through the nine heavens, "Bang!" With a loud noise, the grand uncle's clothes were torn to pieces by the powerful Qi. As he cried out, his hands twisted into a strange arc before exploding.

Screams came out from his mouth, but before he could react, Ye Wusheng had already stepped out. With a cold expression, he looked at the swaying figure and his palms kept forming seals