Qingyou's fist tore through the void like a massive meteor, hurtling toward Lin Xuan. The ground beneath them shook violently as cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.
Lin Xuan's expression darkened, but a smirk of disdain played on his lips. "Defeat me? I'm afraid you're not qualified."
As his voice faded, Lin Xuan raised his fist and blasted it forward once more. "World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist—Three Fists to Shake the Cosmos!"
Lin Xuan unleashed three consecutive punches. Three fist-shadows transformed into three massive Serpents, which whistled through the air. The first punch collided with the massive meteor, shattering it instantly.
Immediately after, the second Serpent charged, lunging for Qingyou.
Qingyou roared in fury as the Nine Nether flames covering his body flared to form a shield. But it was still torn apart by the Dragon Claws.
Qingyou staggered back several steps, his qi and blood roiling within him.
