As soon as the words were spoken.
Zhongshan Rong looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding.
An afterimage!
If it weren't for his keen senses, he wouldn't have noticed that the figure standing in place was now just an afterimage.
The next moment.
Zhongshan Rong turned around directly.
Immediately, he saw a golden fist coming into view.
"Perfect timing!"
He felt no fear and threw a punch as well.
Under the shroud of divine power.
The golden fist, like a collapsing mountain, contained fearsome strength.
Boom—
The two forces collided.
The golden divine power shattered.
Zhongshan Rong only felt a terrifying force attack him, causing the flesh of his right fist to crack, divine blood flowing from the wound.
"How is your flesh so strong!"
As he was shaken back by the force, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable shock.
Just now with that punch.
