"You little thief, surrender your life!"
Sun Zhe had just escaped back into the phantom array starry sky when a white-haired elder from the Wang Family followed closely, like a maggot on a bone.
"Damn it... how is he immediately in Tier Eight of the Spirit Gathering Realm?"
Feeling the solid aura and imposing presence behind him, Sun Zhe couldn't help but inwardly lament.
He dared not show any carelessness and abruptly stopped to turn around when the elder flew forward with a sword. With his right fist already charged, he thrust it out straight.
In an instant, the fist wind howled, just like a soaring dragon!
As sword and fist collided, a deafening explosion rolled out in all directions with terrifying force, even causing the space to seem like it had cracked!
