A clear palm print appeared in front of Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan flashed like a ghost and appeared in front of Cheng Yunqi. His right palm lit up, and a white light hit Cheng Yunqi's chest.

Cheng Yunqi flew out immediately.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, punched again, and made several punches in one breath.

"Bang bang bang bang bang--"

Cheng Yunqi flew around in the air, in a mess.

But Chu Zhiyuan's face was solemn and he did not relax.

Cheng Yunqi also had armor on his body, and the power of the Great Light Fist fell on him, but he did not really hurt him seriously.

It is likely that 90% of the power has been weakened, and only 10% has fallen on Cheng Yunqi.

No wonder they had the courage to come to the imperial city to kill themselves, but they had treasures.

I don’t know what the treasure they saved their lives was, so I have to force it out.

When he thought of this, he suddenly accelerated, as fast as a ghost.

When Cheng Yunqi landed, he had no time to dodge and was hit hard by Chu Zhiyuan's fist.

"Bang!" Cheng Yunqi's whole body lit up and made a dull sound. Then his clothes were broken and shot into all directions.

Chu Zhiyuan retreated, barely avoiding a sharp aura.

He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Thanks to my intuition, I can barely avoid this sharpness.

"Ha ha-"

The onlookers burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!