"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
It was like Mars crashing into Earth, like two raging lions attacking each other.
No dodging, no skills, no false pretenses.
Just crazily hurling punches.
Fist against fist.
Blade against blade.
Very quickly, they exchanged over a hundred punches, yet still continued tirelessly.
The crowd below was dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.
Especially the cultivators from the Sky Witch Sect, each one of them was utterly shocked, disbelief written all over their faces.
Earlier, they thought Yang Xiong wouldn't withstand a few punches, and his fist bones would shatter.
But now, after a hundred punches, Yang Xiong was unscathed.
This was like a fierce slap on their faces, ringing soundly.
"Yang Xiong, mighty and powerful."
"Big guy, kill him, crush him."
"Overpower him, let him see your strength."
"Yang Xiong, you are invincible."
"..."
The three clowns, along with Liu Ruomei, Tian Bingbing, and Tian Guangjin, were all fervently shouting.
