Both hands turned into sharp claws.
Only the face could still be recognized as Zhao Hao.
He wore a confident smile.
"You... have paved your own path to death... ugh..."
Boom!
With a punch at Mach 15, Zhou Leng sent the Demon Zhao Hao flying, with only enough time for him to raise his arms in defense.
Crack...
His arms were lacerated, bones shattered, but they started healing rapidly.
However, Zhou Leng closed in again.
At this moment, the Great Sun Divine Skill within him burned intensely, his entire body emitting a fiery glow, merging with the power of United Strength.
"The third generation of merchants? Can it compare to the momentum forged through a thousand-kilometer march?"
Zhou Leng suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hao and sent him flying again with a punch.
"Can it match the iron will of Shangangling?"
He sent Zhao Hao flying with another punch.
