"Chang Huangquan."
Lin Du's body was like a flying knife, throwing a powerful heavy punch. A large amount of blood in his body coagulated when punching. A punch that could pierce through mountains, a punch that could flatten the sea.
"Bang!"
The sound of their first clash echoed between heaven and earth. As the fierce fist swung, space trembled, cracks appeared, and Earth shattered.
The Emperor's sword seeped from the wounds of Forest Dust, attempting to destroy the perfection within Forest Dust.
Lin Du's face was expressionless, fearless. From the sound of bones crashing, to the sound of Blood Sea, to the atmosphere, and to the sound of suppressing the Emperor's sword and knife—all kinds of noises were present.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
They stepped on the sky, the wind whipped around as a melee unfolded. Their fists were like storms, their legs like steel whips, powerful and strong, their momentum like bamboo.
