C1427 Incantation of God

Wang Xiaohu had no intention of changing his move. He landed on the ground and grabbed the incoming fist.

"Bam!"

Wang Xiaohu's arm trembled slightly. His body swayed a little, but he did not move back an inch. He held the barbarian youth's hand without moving an inch.

"Young Patriarch!"

"Despicable humankind, release the junior family head!"

Roaring sounds could be heard from all directions