Taishu Ming, the number one master of the Demon Fist Technique!
Never mind them; even when the Demon Lord was alive, he was unwilling to trade fists with the man. This Ning Xuan really had a death wish!
"Fuck, Young Master, don't fight him—"
Shentu Yi, who had just returned and squeezed his way through the crowd, saw Ning Xuan about to clash with Taishu Ming and hastily shouted a warning.
Ning Xuan was certainly strong, but when it came to fist techniques, Taishu Ming was an absolutely invincible existence in the same realm!
Unfortunately, it was too late. Before he could finish speaking, their two fists had already collided.
It's over!
Shentu Yi's face turned pale. He twisted his head away, unable to bear watching.
BANG!
A deafening boom echoed through the air. Even with the Saint-Sealing Veil active, Evil Demon Island still trembled violently.
"How is this possible?!"
"He... he took a punch from Taishu Ming!"
"Shit, this is just outrageous!"
