Finger power exploded, leaving cracks all over Fu Shizheng's chest; under the will power, the wound was slowly healing.
"Bastard!"
He roared angrily, his figure in a sorry state.
He knew that his heart spirit had been disturbed by the martial arts Wei Fan had integrated into his divine soul, leading to such quick injury.
Amidst the roar, his gaze became determined: "I can't let you live!"
Regardless of any treasure, with Wei Fan's monstrous performance, today's matter must be resolved.
After all, he was a grandmaster. Once he adjusted his mindset, his momentum changed dramatically, and a look of resilience appeared in his eyes.
Now it was no longer about snatching treasures, but about eliminating a formidable enemy with boundless potential. Forgetting the issue of the treasure, Fu Shizheng's battle intent soared.
"Void-Shattering Sun Palm!"
